Kyle and the Candy

 

“Oh, my God,” I kept hearing. 

The voice was soft. It sounded far away, in a distant place. I felt my body cold and relaxed. I was dozing away. I was at peace but at the same time I was scared. I was filled with so many emotions that were coming in all directions. Why was I feeling like this? What had I done?

 

 

The room was so quiet you could here a pin drop. Everyone was in their own little space concentrating on the exam. The room seemed like a freezer, it was so cold. The professor never adjusted the temperature, unless he didn’t know how to do it. A few students stood up and gave their exam to the professor. They had finished their exam. I had finished with my exam as well but I was overlooking it to make sure I didn’t answer the ones’ incorrect. Finally I stood up and turned my exam in to the professor.

            The next week the exam grades were in. I got up from my seat and walked toward the grades posted on the wall. My hands were sweating ‘cause I was nervous. My mind was filled with “what if I didn’t pass it,” and, “what if I did, but I don’t want to jinx it”. I was a nervous wreck when it came to exams and grades. I reached to grades and looked at mine.

            “Yes!” I practically yelled.

            I had passed my exam with flying colors I got a ninety-seven on it. Boy was I excited. It was the final exam for my college class. I was sixteen and had passed my first college course with high grades. My day couldn’t have gone any better. Plus the school year was almost coming to an end and I was getting closer to graduating high school. Even though I still had a year to go I couldn’t wait till that moment. I knew what I wanted out of life and I knew what I had to do to get it. I wanted to be a dentist. I don’t know why it fascinated me. Usually children are afraid to go to the dentist or don’t like it, but I enjoyed going. The whole cleaning your teeth or repairing what needed some fixing was really cool. I wasn’t obsessed with the whole teeth stuff, I just liked it.

 

            The bell had just rung so I got all my books and walked into the hallway. I had to go to my locker to drop off some of my books. Gosh my locker seemed so far away with all the books I was carrying. I was carrying four books which seemed to weigh a ton, plus a pretty heavy bag on my shoulder. My books nearly fell when I was opening my locker. I put the books in my locker and got two other books for my other classes.

            I was walking to my class when out of nowhere I’m bumped into by some guy. Which of course caused my books to fall to the ground. As I looked at him I noticed that I had never seen him before. I became kind of dozed off looking at him. He was tall, his hair was up to his chin in a wavy manner, it looked black and really soft. His skin looked really smooth, kind of like a babies bottom. He was kind of pale but not really just a nice pale-tan look. The color of his eyes were the best part they were a clear light blue. Like water shining in the sunlight, they were so gorgeous.

            “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. His voice was so soft, not high, but not to deep just right.

            At that time I had to come back to reality.

            “I..t..t..’s f..f..ine,” I stuttered. I felt so nervous. I could feel my face burning up and my hands begin to sweat.

            As we picked up the books we introduced each other. I found out that his name was Kyle. The way he said his name sounded so perfect. He had just moved here from Nevada with his family. I wondered why they would come all the way to Texas, but I didn’t ask. We shared some of the same classes so we decided that we’d meet each other at the fountains and go to class together. I didn’t mind a bit, he was new and very cute.

            After that day Kyle and I began to meet each other before every class and walk together. We became really good friends and really close. I really liked him, and he had a great personality.

            “You know,” Kyle said while driving me home, “we should go get some candy.”

            Candy I thought, I guess, I didn’t see anything wrong with that it was just candy, so we went to go get some. After driving for a while Kyle stopped in front of a house. It didn’t look that nice. One of the windows was cracked, the grass needed some cutting, and there were cars everywhere.

            “Where are we?” I inquired.

            “The place to get some candy,” Kyle replied.

            I found it a little strange that we were going to get candy from a house. I mean it’s alright if it’s Halloween, but in January it was a little strange. Though it was weird I followed Kyle into the house. As we entered the house there were a lot of people. Kyle said hi to some of them and asked where the “candy” was. That’s what he called it. There were people on couches, some were laying on the floor, and some were just standing there talking. I think some of them were passed out like the one’s on the floor. Some just looked to be in another place as if stoned or something. I stood there for a while wishing to leave when Kyle came to me with some pills. They were small and blue and looked like m&m’s but not really.

            “What’s that?” I asked.

            “Your candy,” he told me.

            I gave him a weird look, I knew it wasn’t candy I wasn’t stupid.

            “Just trust me, it’s cool,” he said.

            He said it with such ease and so nice. I didn’t want him to think I was scared or something, plus I would’ve done anything for him. I took the “candy” from his hand and swallowed it. It didn’t taste like anything. As time went by my body felt like a lily pad floating on water, I was so relaxed. All my cares in the world were gone. If felt so nice just lying there next to Kyle while he held my hand. It felt like a dream. A dream you don’t want to wake up from.

            Day after day Kyle and I would go to his friend’s house to get some “candy”. I had no idea what it was, but whatever it was it was really good. Maybe it wasn’t good for me but at that time I wasn’t thinking if it was or wasn’t. I just knew that it felt good and I wanted it.

            I started paying more attention in ways to get more candy instead of my classes. I even got a job just to pay for the candy. Pretty soon my grades were dropping till I was failing all my classes. Kyle had dropped out of school so I figured that I would to since I wasn’t doing great at it, so I did. I didn’t care about school or exams or grades anymore. I was happy without them. I had my candy and best of all I had Kyle.

            When the time came that I should’ve graduated I was a different person. I was living in a one bedroom apartment with Kyle and I had stopped talking to my parents. I had become a wreck, I was addicted to the candy. The candy was my life it was what I worked for. Kyle and I became closer but at the same time we became distant. It was terrible.

            I got home one night with enough money to get some candy for two weeks when I noticed something on the floor it was Kyle.

            “Kyle!” I yelled.

            I ran to where he was, dropping the money and my bags. He was so cold and his face was so pale, but he was still alive, though he was fading slowly. I held him in my arms my tears falling on to his chest. The candy had taken its toll on him. Kyle had had too much of it and it was killing him. Tears rolled down the side of his face as he told me he loved me. I couldn’t let him go. I felt his breathing getting lighter. I looked into his eyes but they were like ice frozen in time. He was gone, his eyes would never look at me again, his hands would never hold mine, his arms would never hug me again, he would never be here again.

            That night I left to Ohio. I wanted to get away form it, from the candy and from Kyle. I got into a motel and cried myself to sleep for days. I had lost Kyle and I was hopeless. I got a job and rented an apartment, it seemed as if I was turning my life around but I still had the pain inside me, the pain of Kyle. I tried to ignore it but it just kept coming back. The pain finally became too much to bear. I had to get some. I had to get some candy. I had never realized before that the candy was everywhere as if it was following me, trying to get me, and it did. I got some from a guy outside my apartment. As soon as you knew it, it became a daily habit again. The candy took me under its spell once again.

            For night after night I would lay on my bed with the candy running in my veins. The candy was my need. It was my food, and I needed it. Even though the candy relaxed me it wouldn’t take the pain away. I was trapped in a world of pain that I couldn’t get out of.

            As I laid on my bed one night like many others I knew the way to rid the pain from my body. It was simple but I had never thought of it. I didn’t really know what I was doing ‘cause the candy was infested in me. But I knew what I had to do. The knife was just sitting there on the kitchen counter calling to me. I had no choice. I grabbed the knife and took it to my bed. I touched my wrist with the cold metal and slashed both of them. I laid there on my bed slowly dying.

            “Oh, my God,” I kept hearing. The voice was soft. It sounded far away, in a distant place. I felt my body cold and relaxed. I was dozing away. I was at peace but I was scared at the same time. I was filled with so many emotions that were coming in all directions. I felt like a lily pad floating on water, just floating down the stream looking at the clouds hovering above me.

            The voice I had heard was of my cousins. She had come to visit me, and help me, but it was too late I was dying. By the time help arrived I had rid myself of all the pain. I was carefree without the candy. I had found my peace and I found my Kyle once again.

 

 

 

 

The funeral was two days later. I had never seen so many people before. Friends, family, and people I went to school with were all there. I never knew so many people cared I never knew so many people would cry for me after what I became. If only Kyle didn’t have to give me candy. If only I said no to the candy maybe I’d still be here. Could I have changed Kyle, could he have lived without the candy? If only I tried. If only I hadn’t given into Kyle and the candy.