Scented Candles and Cocaine

Anna's bit of life about her cocaine addiction.

My name is Anna and I am a cocaine addict.

I can't imagine my life without my drug. My drug is my drug, and that is all that matters. Some people like scented candles, some like to take refuge in collecting quarters. I comfort the pain with cocaine.

My boyfriend is a clod...and that's all right. I can't say I'm much less of a clod.

Mom's never home.

Dad's dead.

My grades are slowly propelling downwards, and there is nothing I can do about it. The tentacles of addiction are suffocating me slowly. So slowly I don't notice it, but when I think about it, I know that it is happening.

My nose is raw and I wake up everyday writhing in pain because my nasal passages are on fire. I know I need help, I really do, but I can stop.

I can stop.

So what's the difference? What's the difference if at this very moment I do not choose to stop? Nothing's gonna change.

I'm Catholic. God says this is a sin, but what does he know? I like this. Probably going to hell anyways, I stole a handbag the other day.

....How did I even do that? How did I manage to get this bright red bag out of the store? I was so high I don't even remember. Besides, it's not like I actually wanted the bag. It was the feeling of shame..it fuels me just as the coke does. So it was an impulse, you can judge, I don't really care.

I'm drowning deeper and deeper into the darkness, but I see no point in getting help. My life is nothing. I have no friends. My boyfriend's a clod. I'm a clod. Mom's never home. Dad's dead. I can stop..I can stop....I can't stop.

Help.

Please, help me.

-Anna

Reviews

[Aleyah]

Oh wow! This is very realistic, and the repitition at the end is powerful. I love this...good ideas! I love the way you describe things as "Anna"...it sounds very convincing!! :))