Silent Intoxication

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is actually about an addiction i had to sleeping pills, and the thoughts i felt from this addiction, rehab actually cured me from this addiction but now that my mind is clear i can write what i thought.

Submitted: November 05, 2009

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Silent Intoxication
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The wind blows through her long black hair, she sits among the trees and the quiet slumber of the woods on each side. The trees have become still and it seems that not a sound is coming from the dark area that surrounds her. She reaches into the deep pocket of the hooded sweater she wears, slowly pulling the bottle from her pocket. Now among the silence all that was heard was the jingling of the pills in the now almost empty bottle. Her mind begins to fog as the pills make their way through her veins into her heart and brain. The pain hides now deep beneath the intoxication. The sweet painless intoxication she thinks to herself. Her hands are now still not a shake. Her legs are no longer trembling . She looks down at the bottle and shakes the last few pills into her cold hands. She tosses the empty bottle into the woods winter slumber. These pills can not be discovered by her family as she has promised to her family she no longer uses them. She shoves the pills into her pants pockets. Picks herself off the ground, and stumbles down to a clearing where the small store is located. This store is now like a drug store to her, no prescription needed for the pills she daily consumes. The lady at the counter smiles softly at her as she walks into the store. She knows the exact isle where her bottle of relief sits. She gets to the counter digging change from her torn pants. She cant even feel sadness from her sad, beaten, torn life. Shame is the only other present thought in her drowned mind. She walks up the path back to her life, all of her life’s joy and sadness is now foggy, she cannot see the happiness that life brings anymore. The only thing that brings a smile to her face is the rattling of the full pill bottle in her pocket. Addiction, intoxication is the shameful thoughts that swarm her. She makes it to her quiet home, her face is pink from the whipping wind. She curls up on her tattered bed, lights a cigarette, and slips into silence. The silence and darkness gives her a few moments to mend her tatter soul, before her life begins again. Every time her bottle becomes empty she tells herself this is the last time, but the deadly addiction hungers for another pill, intoxication.


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