The Beginning

The start of my drug use.

            Crush. Straighten. Inhale.

            The powder, which  at first looked so smooth and white, sets fire to my nose. The back of my throat. I feel dizzy, I feel out of this world. He offers me three more pills, hands me the blade, and I crush them. I straighten them into my own line, so proud of this complete badass I think I’m becoming. That was the first party, the first night.

            I am introduced into a whole new world. Parties upon parties, drugs upon drugs. Alcohol all around, there’s always a good time to be had. I am introduced to Molly, this completely new euphoric drug I have never tried. I fall in love, I fall in love with the feeling I get. I’m on top of the world, no one can bring me down.

            I am dancing around, with everyone. I move from one person to the next. On Molly, you just want to touch everything. There is something so electric about the drug. Next thing I know, there he is. The boy who introduced me to this world. We go upstairs, where he offers me coke. There is a part of me that is scared, a part that doesn’t want to do it. But he looks me in the eye and promises everything will be okay, he won’t leave me.

            I wake up in a dark room feeling like I just got hit by a bus. I look at my phone and realize, six days have gone by. I look over, and the boy is still passed out on the couch.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Excellent writing. How easily you explain the fast slide into drug abuse. Too many good folks go down that drain.