Overdose, Nightmarish Ghosts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about a part of my life that I wish I could forget, everypart of it is true including the nightmares. I wish it wasn't.

Submitted: February 24, 2009

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A night of fun at the cost of a lost soul, 15 was too young to smoke but I laughed it off like it was a joke. The booze tasted bad, but I still got drunk, I lost count how many I had drank.

Laying flat out staring at the sky while inside it felt like I had died, Little did I know I had just poisoned myself I could not move, couldn't even move my eyes, I saw lights in the pitch black sky, lights that weren't really there so I closed my eyes and found myself in the dark.

Shadows surounded my soul, somehow I lost control, I was in a strange world full of nightmarish ghosts, everything looked worse then any nightmare I had ever had before, I was surrounded by every kind of creature, The whole time my head was spinning makeing me dizzy and sick. I reached out for a dark black wing, As I grabbed hold of it I fell into a pool of something, I got to my feet and wiped whatever it was off of my face, then from out of nowhere a bright white light light one the once dark room, the creatures had disappeared I looked down at my hands they were covered in what looked like blood, I stepped out of the pool of what had to be blood, I looked back and screamed, I had not just fallen into a pool of blood but more to the fact I had fallen into a slaughter pit full off naked bodies, each one was missing its head. I turned around and ran.

It felt like I had been running for hours but when I stopped I was back where I started, I looked around for a door but all I saw was wall after wall, how could a room not have a fucking door, not even a window, I just wanted to wake from this dream this nightmare, I wondered what the hell is going on how could alcohol make things this freaky, this bad, or maybe it was the weed, or the mixture of the two, or maybe some asshole put something in my drink, but what.

I sat against a wall as far away from the pool of blood and bodies and closed my eyes as i did i could hear them again, hear the cries of the beasts of my mind, I opened my eyes again, the darkness had returned, I could not see the monsters in the dark but i could see their red eyes. As i sat there telling myself that this was not really happening one of the beasts came into view, his sharp blood stained teeth were just a purple eyelash away from my face, it's breath was foul, smelt like rotting flesh, it snarled at me, and with a grunt it backed off but not by much, It's eyes were stuck on mine and mine on his, I could not move even if i wanted to. As I looked at it I swear it was smiling, then I heard someone talking calling my name, was it that thing that was talking to me, I could not see anyone else around, I heard my name again, I was certin it was not the beast.

Twice a light flashed before my eyes, I blinked then instead of seeing the beast I saw a man in a white coat, he smiled and said "welcome back Hope, you are in the hospital, we had to pump your stomach, do you remember what you took". I looked at him all confused, "I didn't take anything, all I had was a little weed and some vodka, I swear thats all". The doctor smiled at me again "well did someone inject something into you" I sat up and said "I don't use that shit ok, I'm not a fucking drug addict" The doctor stoped smiling " We found traces of Cocane in your blood and quite alot of it, can you tell me how it got there?", Tears ran down my cheeks "I don't know, I can't remember, I smoked a little then had like two glasses of Vod, then I layed down on my back then fell asleep". The doctor looked at me as if i was lying, I was not stupid I had seen that look on my mums face plenty of times. A few days after my boyfriend that had taken me to the party got busted by the cops for possesion. They had found a couple of baggies of Cocane on him. I felt used and later found out that he had got another girl drunk and did the same thing. To this day I wish I had listened to mum when she told me that older guys were bad news, she never liked the fact that I was dating a 18 year old and she knew that we were having sex without a doubt.

It changed my point of view of the world, and now I realisie that I had put both my mum and dad through hell, and for that I am sorry...


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