Innocent Sadness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Alex, a talented boy, is enjoying his life, but drugs ruin it.

Submitted: May 17, 2008

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Innocent Sadness

February 18, 2005.
It was a Friday. Alex gladly finished his test knowing he would at least get an A. Alex was a rather normal boy, he never thought of doing anything bad, and he had decent friends. After school ended he would usually hang out with his best friend, John, or go to a medium-size river near a highway close to his house and sit in a bridge they had built. John had a certain record of…drinking from his parent’s cabinet, and knowing where to get “packages”. How could a fourteen year old know all these things? Something was going to happen, and Alex knew it.
“Yo, Alex, you coming to the party tonight? I hear there’s gonna be some drinks.” John waved to Alex.
“Nah, sorry man, I don’t do that kind of stuff. I don’t like parties anyways.” Alex replied while getting his backpack from his old locker.
“You mean you’ve never tried alcohol before? Dude, you’re too clean.” John smiled and lightly punched him in the arm. John never intended to hurt him with the things he said, but Alex was sensitive and mature. Something would click on his head that day.
Alex got home, and as usual his parents were arguing about a simple thing, maybe lost cabinet keys, it didn’t matter though, he knew it wouldn’t get worse than that. He greeted them with a kiss each and flew up to his room. Alex grabbed his precious squire fender electric guitar and played a melancholic tune he had made up a few days before, and then he pondered on the idea of going to the party. One wouldn’t hurt right? But he always heard those stories of kids going to parties and then the next morning wasted as hell. He wondered what it would be like to be in such a position… Alex ran down stairs to the kitchen where his mom was cooking a red stake for his dad and him.
“Hey mom, John invited me to a party tonight. I was wondering if I could go.” Alex asked while sitting.
“Who else is going to be there?” She smiled as a friendly mom would.
“Some other kids from school.” Alex got some stake powder and handed it to his mom.
“Alright, but I don’t want you staying any later than eleven ok?” Alex nodded and ran to the phone. He called John, and told him he would be going. Gladly, John offered to pick him up. Alex washed himself, and changed his clothes to some much better looking than the ones he was wearing at the moment.
John pushed a glass towards Alex and encouraged him to drink it. Alex nervously picked it up, and the taste was bitter, oh so bitter. It felt like he was actually drinking alcohol from a bottle, it was too strong for him to handle. The music, the people, John, his hands, it all turned pitch black as his throat swallowed.
February 19, 2005.
Alex woke up again in his room the next morning. His head hurt. ‘How do adults drink that stuff’ he thought tiresome. His mom came in his room and welcomed him back.
“Good morning sweet heart. John said you felt sick, so he drove you back home. That’s a good friend you have there.”
Alex grabbed his guitar as he usually did every morning and practiced his song, he would be introducing it to his band the next day and he didn’t want to seem like a fool that didn’t even know how to play a song he wrote himself. Even though they weren’t really popular he was quite into the idea of being in a band. Alex was a talented guitar player anyways, he could get around. He was best in most of the things you could get involved with at school. Sports, he was fast and strong. Music, he had a honey-like voice and speedy fingers for his guitar. He was smart too, A average, maybe a B here and there. But no one is perfect, and as much as someone might want something, they might not always get it. That being said, Alex would make some mistakes in his life, some that would definitely change it, and some that would cost him an expensive outlay.
March 23, 2005.
John was frantically running around the school looking for Alex. He finally found him in the music room with three other kids, he was playing his guitar.
John stood next to the door and yelled at him, “Alex! Come here, I gotta tell you something!” Alex looked up annoyed, and told his friends to wait.
“John, were in the middle of practice. I hope it’s important.” Alex put his green pick in his pocket.
“Yeah, it is,” John opened a plastic bag he was carrying with him, “Devon got me some stash. Here have some.” He handed him the bag and ran away. Alex shook his head and turned back to the bored band.
“What did he want?” Ross, the vocalist of the band, and also a rising friend to Alex, asked him.
“I don’t think he wants anything, its just John, you know how he is.” And the practice went on like that. Alex would close his eyes and smile when he played his song…How he loved it…
Once he was back home Alex got the bag from his backpack and opened it. That was one of the mistakes that would cost him.
That’s how his life went for two years, with John driving him the opposite road that he should be going. Drugs would make him depressed; Alex wouldn’t have known it was that, but just a mere stage of growing up.
June 8, 2007.
Alex and his band were getting ready to play a mini concert at his school. At age 16 and right before his birthday, that’s all he could ask for. His song as the main hit, they were getting popular among his school mates. Ross, now his new best friend, came into the back stage and gave him a friendly hug.
“You ready for this?”Ross started doing their hand shake as they always did before practicing or playing. Things were going perfect.
“Yeah brotha’! I’m definitely pumped, but I got to warm up a little bit before we go on, ok?” Ross nodded and left him with his guitar. Alex started tuning his squire fender when an unwanted person came in.
“I wanted to say good luck.”John stood loosely next to Alex.
“What are you doing here? I told you I don’t want to talk to you again.”Alex went back to tuning his guitar.
“Happy birthday.” John left a bag and walked away with his hands in his pockets. ‘Jeeze’ he thought, ‘my birthday isn’t until two days’.
Ross came running cheerily “Alex, its show time, come on!” Alex looked up brightly knowing that this moment was a time to remember.
The concert had gone well, and Ross even invited him to his house for his birthday tomorrow. But his personal life had changed in many different ways, sometimes he couldn’t take it. He ran to his room, not greeting his parents; they were probably fighting about a stupid, simple thing. Setting his squire in its case he sat down in his bed, and wearily grabbed a book. That peaceful moment didn’t last long, his parents came in screaming, his mom crying and his dad red as a tomato.
“Son, we’re getting divorced.”
What did all his joy in playing guitar, in having a good friend like Ross help him restore his personal life? If that crumbled down, there would be no point…he would be just an empty shell, no one would ever see the actual person in him, just the social, happy, outgoing Alex. He was able to hide away his inner emotions, but could it last long enough to find the right person? His soft, gentle weeps became part of the still air in that room.He reached for his backpack, and opened a bag… Alex now knew he wouldn’t be able to stop this. No, he would need to stop all of it together. It was all so perfect for him, so happy, but there wasn’t any point if it was all shallow, knee-deep.He went to bed crying. John and his drugs finally took toll.
June 9, 2007
Alex woke up late that Saturday. He put on his favorite Rise Against shirt and some pants, but he didn’t shower. He washed his hair, but he didn’t tidy his hair. Alex grabbed his phone and left the house without greeting his parents. Opening the garage door he rediscovered his old bike, and with it rode to the river. His phone started ringing, it was Ross. He only barelly managed to answer it.
“Alex? So are you coming over tomorrow?” Ross’s voice sounded different, almost fake.
“I don’t know.” Alex had his eyes closed with sadness.
“You better show up.” Ross answered brightly, with a laugh in the end.
“Ross?” Alex said.
“Yeah Alex?”
“Bye.” He hanged up.
It was dark now, and the stars were out. Alex starred up for a few more seconds, and then gracefully stood up. He climbed the bridge’s railing cautiously. Alex started crying, but odd enough he was laughing at the same time. Finally…one foot slipped, making him fall forward.
June 10, 2007.
Ross was frantically trying to call Alex; he couldn’t possibly miss his surprise party. Nobody knew that he was never going to make it to his 17th birthday.
The end


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