Prolouge

Junkie

 

I'd like to make this short story a tribute to all those who have had to face with addictions (whether drug, alcohol or any other kind) and to those have lost a friend, or family member who did drugs or became addicted to substances.

But I'd specifically like to thank: Elaina Yu and Lani Mohan: you two have always been there for me when I needed it whether it was because I did badly on a test, I was depressed, or just wanted to talk. Thank you, thank you both. I'm blessed to have such good friends as you

 

My name is Allen Walker and this is my story:

 

        You know... I used to be just like you, never wanted to piss anyone off. But thats when I met IT; yeah you know what I mean: IT goes by different names: Meth, Methamphetamines, the Monster, crack, ice. Call it what you will (its all the same anyway). IT is addicting, IT is fresh, IT is a way of life, nah screw that, IT IS life. But 'nuff about that... let me tell you how I got here... It all started on September 12^th 2008... My Junior year...

        

        I had my life planned the way every teenager did: Graduate at the top of my class, go to law school, become rich, marry the girl of my dreams (who by the way I'd already met: this wonderful girl named Katie). That Monday started out like any other. I ate some breakfast, showered, pulled on a on a gray Aeropostale T-Shirt, and a pair of Levi jeans, put an apple into my backpack, called “Bye!” to Mom, and walked out the door. Luckily the bus stop was all of a 2 minute walk from my house so I lazily sauntered over... only to find someone there already. This puzzled me for a second: there had never been anybody at my stop before... wait... oh yeah, a family had just moved in a few houses down from ours. I had been told they had a kid my age, and who would be going to South Park High School in South Buffalo where I went.

        I sized him up and from a distance he looked normal. But damn... when I got closer, this kid just looked freaky... He wore all black, was Asian, and had frigging clothes pins used as piercings. Let me just repeat that: clothes pins as piercings. I immediately profiled him as a Goth/Emo type. I (trying to be friendly, because hell, you never know: he may turn out to be a nice guy) said: “Hello there, you must be the new guy, I'm Allen.”

        He just stood there looked me up and down, and slowly nodded. “Akira” he finally muttered.

        We stood there awkwardly there for a while, so I pulled out my Ipod, screwed in my earphones and started blasting some Foo Fighters. I was part way through “The Pretender” when the bus came.

        “'Bout time” we muttered, almost in unison, and moodily stomped onto the bus. I walked back to seat 17 my assigned seat, and continued to listen to music, while more and more guys and girls got onto the bus. As usual, by the time we got to school, pretty much everyone was yelling about how they thought school was going to go, or which guy/girl was hot, and how all their summers were. Still a bit sleepy, I had nothing to do with any of this. Besides not a lot of people (ok, fine none of them) were my friends. So when I stoically left the bus, my spirits were low. I walked in, and was barely about 4 feet in when a pair of fuzzy gloves covered my eyes.

        “Guess who?” a chirpy voice said from behind me. But before even hearing the voice I knew who it was.

        I spun around and gave the little Indian girl behind me: Katie, a huge hug. “You know... you might be a tiny bit better at that if you didn't always have something fuzzy on” I commented. I looked at her outfit today: as usual it revolved around happy colors, and panda's. But before we could continue our conversation, a idiotic jock bumped into me.

        “Watch where your going jackass” he muttered.

        Katie sprung into action and shoved him. Surprised, he dumbly stared at her. “Don't call my boyfriend a jackass” she said angrily, and led me away by the arm.

        “Hey um... Katie, I'm capable of taking care of myself you know...” I muttered.

        “Oh yeah? Then why did you let him push you around”, she retorted.

        “Well you see... I was about to go tell him to...” the bell rang “...himself”.

        She giggled, “Well whatever... Oh did you hear? Jake's having a huuuuuuuge party tonight! And pretty much everybody's going!”

        I shrugged, and replied: “so...?”

        She bounced up and down, full of happy energy, “Can we go?”

        “um... sure why not?” I was wary of Jake's parties (and for good reason: last year he threw a party that involved about 100 sophomores, and pretty much all of them got carted down to the police station that night for “disturbing the peace”), but I didn't want to get Katie's spirits down.

        She bounced up and down some more, then gave me a giant hug “Yay! Well anyway I have to get to class -she made a face- stupid Pre-calc..” and walked away.

        Knowing that I only had a couple minutes to get my a*s in motion I ran to my locker and opened it. As usual it was a disaster, so I grabbed my Humanities books, threw my backpack in and scrammed. After running into about 3 people, I skidded around a corner and just barely missed the bell.

        I cursed softly. I had Mr. Murphy, he disliked all students, but anyone who arrived late he brutally criticized for about 5 minutes. He looked at me, the clock, then back at me again.

        “Is there any reason why you're late Mr. Walker?” He asked.

        I looked down at the ground and said nothing.

        He sighed, and gestured towards a seat. I sat down, and was immediately immersed into the complicated world of Humanities.

        The rest of the day crawled by slowly. It moved a bit faster at lunch and classes that I had with Katie, but it was still pretty slow. However, I heard something pretty interesting at lunch. The table next to me had a bunch of really chatty people in it, so I casually eavesdropped.

        “You hear about Jake's party?” a girl asked.

        “Well DUH! Who hasn't?” another girl replied.

        “Did you hear that theres going to be” She looked around cautiously, as if to make sure that there were no adults around. There weren't, and she started whispering to her friends. I didn't quite catch it but I saw excited looks on all they're faces. There were only a few things that made girls that happy: Any of the vampires from the “Twilight” books coming to life, The Jonas Brothers, or illegal substances... or at least ones that were illegal to us right now. And come on, which is the most likely?

        It was at this point that I decided to leave, cause I mean hell, if their THAT stupid to try crap like that then that's their fault isn't it? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't mine. And Katie was a smart girl, I trusted her not to try any drugs. Of course it'd be good if she didn't smoke or drink either, but I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't do either of those, at least sometimes.

        As I got my stuff out of my locker, I saw Katie and waved her over. She said a quick goodbye to her friends and came over. We hugged, then I asked how she was, she responded that she was pretty good.

        “Listen Katie, about tonights party... I heard that theres going to be some drugs and s**t... and I want you to promise me that you won't try any of it.”

        She made a face. “ALLEN! Do you really think that I'm THAT stupid? Of course I'm not going to try anything that stupid.”

        “Good... It's just that parties can get pretty wild sometimes, and I just want you to be safe...” I looked down.

        She patted my head. “Aw thanks Allen, but I'll be fine” she smiled.

        We held hands as we walked out of school, for what was to be the last time.

        

        

the spoilers.... please review what you think of it... thanks

• somehow         for some reason he gets high (party?)

• but         from there his life just crashes

• his         parents kick him out,         he's forced to         live in some apartment

• and         all the time

• he's         constantly finding himself buying more and more drugs
  of course         he wants to quit but the high he gets is...

• "damn         its like... its like your on top of the goddamn world"         (language is still sketchy)

• so         he tries quitting... that fails (time period of trying... a week?         Less?)

• all         he does is just get himself sky high again

• he         tries going to rehab

• it         works

• for         about a month

• then         he's back

• he         gives up trying to quit

• but         he finds himself having to use higher and higher doses

• he         finds himself in the hospital after OD'ing

• dying         the guy in the bed next to his is a recovering addict

• tells         his story

• and         at the very end... dies

 

Reviews

[Aldora Sparrow]

It's a very nice start. There are some places were it can be a little cleaned up. I think it would be a little better if you showed more than tell. Also, instead of being in caps, DUH would be better in italics. Just little things. Good start and keep going!

P.S: You should enter some contests, just to try some out.

[Brendan Kerestes]

This is very good! 100%