Breaking the Habit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
a boy finds himself addicted to a new drug. When he finds himself depreived of it, what's a drug addict going to do?

Submitted: June 03, 2008

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I was one of the brightest kids in my high school. Straight A’s were a breeze for me.Right now, though, my grades weren’t so good.“You’re getting a swell head” I told myself.It’s nearly the end of the school year, and my grades have been plummeting.My parents aren’t taking this too lightly either. They’ll flip since they think I’ won’t graduate. I fumed.
As I walked down the street, I spotted a man in his 40’s sitting on a bench.He had an expression of content on his face.I wish I could be like that right now, with no worries.“Hey you.” said a voice from behind my shoulder.It belonged to a man wearing a plain sports jacket and a pair of loose, baggy jeans.“I caught you staring at this fellow here.Want to know what it’s like to get high?”
A drug dealer. My heart raced.
“Oh, I know your type just by looking at you” said the man, grinning.“Before youtry to decline, I‘d like you to know this is a new drug, unlike anything you tried.”
“Or will” he added.
I urged myself to leave.But my legs refused to budge.I found myself rooted in place, strangely intrigued by the man’s words. “Just hear me out, I’ll even give it for free, I guarantee you, no drug out there’s gonna get you a better high.”
“Just how good is it?”I asked warily.I instantly regretted my decision.
“Sorry, can’t say, or word is going to be on the streets in an instant, then the cops will be over us.”At this, I remember how the drug addicts in my school were buzzing about the new drug on the streets.They would do anything to get their hands on the new drug.So much for keeping the drug a secret.
“It’ll give you a mental boost and make you strong as a gorilla” said the man slyly.
I know better than this.However, a little voice whispered to me, “Leave your troubles behind. Listen to the man.You deserve better than you’re getting”.The man stood there, waiting for my answer.“I’ll take it” I said haltingly.
He walked over to me, gave me a bag, and walked away.
***
When I got home, I went upstairs and locked my room.Opening the bag with trembling hands, I recalled what the man said, “it’s for free”.That’s a lie.Nothing is free in this world.I was tempted to throw the bag out, but I was strangely attracted to the thing.I reached into the bag, and took out a small syringe.In it was a clear liquid with a bluish tint.I felt repulsed by the sharp point.“What are you waiting for?” said the voice inside my head.“What have you got to lose?” it asked, goading me.Slowly, I injected the liquid into my arm.At once, I gasped, and my body spasmed as if an invisible current was running through it.I felt myself growing dizzy, and I felt more and more giddy by the minute.I was flying high above my house, going at incredible speeds.I went higher and higher, and all of a sudden, I was in space, standing on the world, king. The view was incredible. The world was a swirl of colors, mixing and twisting.It almost looked like the colors were alive, the way they were violently hurling themselves at each other, forming new, vibrant colors.I found all this pleasant.All of a sudden, I thought of all the people who humiliated me and laughed at my failures.My teachers, so called friends and even my parents.How dare they make a fool out of me.I’ll show them.In a fury, I swooped down upon the world, burning everything in my path like a fire, laughing.I’m immortal.I am god.
I awoke from my hallucination with a jolt.I felt reinvigorated, and my mind was clear thanks to the drug.That was when I noticed a little note inside the bag, with an address on it.
Each week, I would go to a different house.In each one, I would purchase a pack of vials with a clear blue liquid.Every time I took the drug, I always feel stronger and smarter afterwards.My grades were better than ever before.In gym, my teacher described me as “having the strength, endurance and agility of a world-class athlete.”
Again,I injected the drug into my armonce I arrived home, and felt the same rush, the same feeling of invincibility running through me.Then, my brother John barged into my room.I looked at him.He looked at me.We were both shocked.
I was caught right in the act. Crap, I forgot to lock the door.
“What are you doing?" he asked, the disbelief still etched on his face.
“Nothing, mind your own business.”
“Steroids?” he said incredulously.
“GET OUT!” I roared.
And with that, I threw myself at my own brother, knocking him to the floor.I placed my hands around his neck, and began to squeeze.
My parents, hearing the commotion, went to my room and gasped.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ exclaimed my dad.
My mom fainted on the spot.Despite my father’s pleas, I continued to squeeze the life out of John.
“I’ll kill you” I said through gritted teeth. I tightened my grip.
Realizing I won’t listen, my dad took a metal bat and attacked me, enraged that I would do such a thing.As I raised my arms to fend off his blows, John struck me on the back of the head.Taking advantage of this, my father kicked me in the chest and began to beat me with the bat.Furious, I grabbed the bat and pulled it out of his hands.My dad stared in shock.As I raised the bat, my head began to spin, and everything seemed to get darker.“Is it because of the drug?” I asked myself, before I fell unconscious.
When awoke, I found myself tied to a chair.Judging from my surroundings, I was in a police station.Just then, a cop walked in.“How are you feeling?” he asked.“Not too good.” I admitted.
“That’s to be expected.You’re going through the withdrawal symptoms of the drug.”
“Withdrawal?”
At this, the man laughed.“You thought a drug as dangerous as that was going to be circulating through the streets forever?”
Anger swelled up inside me; “What did you do?” I said, trembling with rage.
“We busted the ring.”
“You!" I screamed, lunging at him.I forgot I was tied to the chair, which was in turn bolted to the ground.
“Your parents requested that you go to rehab.Might as well get used to life without the drug.” said the officer.
***
I stuffed the gun inside my jacket, and calmly walked into my school.My brother was nearby, talking to his friends, but he didn’t notice me. As I pulled the gun out, time seemed to slow for a second. My heart was pounding.As the kid around me realized what I held in my hand, they stared in shock.Then, one boy tried to grab the gun away from me.I aimed for his head and fired.A shape hurled itself at me, knocking me to the ground. I missed, and my gun landed a foot away fromme. “Who are you?” I spat.
My attacker looked to be in his early 20’s, and held me down firmly.“FBI” he said.Have they been following me all this time? “Did you really think they would let you go so easily? After all, you are a drug addict.” said a cruel voice inside my head.“Failure.”
“Idiot”
“You can’t do nothing right.”
“You lost what’s dearest to you because of your stupidity.” the voice hissed.It wouldn’t stop. The voice continued boring into my head like a worm.
“Shut up, just SHUT UP!”I screamed.I didn’t even notice that I’ve flung off the FBI agent as if he weighed nothing, I dived for my gun.Emboldened by the agent’s bravery, the students tried to stop me, trying to restrain me. I was livid.I pushed, grabbed and flinged them like they were a frisbee.Suddenly, my brother dashed in front of me.He was shaking.“Get out of my way.” I said flatly.
“No” he said defiantly.
Without another word, I grabbed him by his shirt and tossed him aside.It didn’t even occur to me that the drug had accumulated in my body, and hadn’t left my system even after I was deprived of it for a few days. Some vestiges of the substance still remain.
That was when the agent rammed into my back, sending me flying.Furious, I got up.I wanted to rip his head off.Before I could react, he landed a vicious blow to my gut.I doubled over, wheezing.Grabbing me painfully by the ends of my hair, he began to pummel my face.I felt like I was being hit by a truck.Finally, he released me, dropping me on the floor.“Let’s go” he said gruffly, putting a pair of handcuffs on me.
As I was hoisted up and let out of the school, I noticed a ring of keys dangling from my captor’s belt.“Keep it moving.” The agent pushed me in front of him, and beganto escort me.Just up ahead, a police car waited for me, complete with men in blue.A crazy idea suddenly came to me.“Come on” said the man lazily as he gave me another push.
When we nearly reached the car, I abruptly stopped.Before any of them could respond, I threw myself backwards with as much force as I could.My head crashed into the FBI agent’s nose, sending him reeling.I then lashed out with my leg, and my foot powered into the man’s abdomen.As he kneeled over, I brought my knee up to meet his face.He toppled over, unconscious.One of the cops threw himself at me, and held me in a bear hug.The other brought out his baton.I spun around to face the one with the baton, grabbed the cop behind me and threw him at his partner.Quickly I ran over and grabbed the keys that hung around the unconscious FBI agent’s belt.As the cops got up, I pulled out my spare gun, my hands still cuffed.They were stunned.I fired a shot, aiming to miss and quickly tossed the gun in their direction.The startled cops were surprised, and one caught the gun instinctively.At that moment, I charged forward, and brought my fists crashing each of their faces.They crumpled to the ground.Fumbling with the keys, I searched for the one that would unlock me.Finally I found it.At that moment, I heard a shout coming from the school.The school security guards were running towards me, their fat bellies heaving with every step.“Rent-a-cops.”I thought scornfully.I opened the door to the car,quickly stepping on the pedal and drove away.I went well over the speed limit.Oh well what the hell.I just want some of that drug again. That was when I realized that I was in a police car.No way were the dealers letting me in.I got out of the car and walked to the location. I last saw the dealers in.I prayed that they hadn’t moved yet.
****
As I walked out of the house with my bag of drugs, I looked up, and saw a can flying towards me.It landed at my feet.There was a lit fuse.“Oh crap.” was all I managed to say before it exploded in my face.The explosion was deafening, and it was accompanied by a blinding light.I heard the sound of shattering glass and the chatter of machine-gun fire not far off.Something buried itself in my chest.I blacked out.
A man of about fifty peered down at me.He had graying hair looked a lot like Einstein. “Do you have any idea what you got involved in?”
“No, none at all.”
“Let me tell you something.”At that moment, he opened the door, and in stepped the agent from before.“Hello.” He said, without any emotions at all.
“What happened?”
“I’m assuming you’re talking about the little incident with the hijacked police car.” said the agent quietly.The grey-haired man continued to look onward with an amused grin.
“Well, in any case, it was planned out by my superiors.” He explained.
“The keys were just a ruse.In fact, most of the keys on the ring could have opened your shackles.We were hoping you'd pull of a stunt like that, and lead us to the drug dealer’s hideout.”
“In other words, I’ve been duped.”I said flatly.
“Yup.”
“So what’s going to happen to me?”
“All of my colleagues say you should rot in jail.”
“But my friend Smith here,” at this, the agent gestured at the Einstein look-alike says the drug effects will wear off soon.”
“We’re giving you two choices: you can spend your lifebehind bars or go to rehab and hope it cures you from your addiction because you’re never going to see the drug again.”
***
It has been 8 months since I’ve last given myself an injection of the drug.Sometimes, I would still get these urges to put the syringe into my arm, and experience thefeelingin my veins.Imagine just how far in life I could get with that thing.“But at least your doing pretty well so far” reasoned a voice inside my head.It was a nice day outside, one of the reasons I decided to go out for a walk.I walked past a group of teens, chatting and laughing as they strolled down the street.Just then, a man wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his face bumped into me.He dropped a paper bag, whose contents spilled over the sidewalk.“Oh, terribly sorry” he said.“ I should watch where I’m going.”
“It’s okay.” I said, as I helped the man pick up what he dropped.That was when my fingers closed around a small, cylindrical object.It felt cool to the touch.When I opened my hands, I saw a small syringe, filled with a transparent, blue liquid. My heart started pounding.I looked up at the man.With a jolt, I realized he was the one who first gave me to the drug.
He grinned. “Long time no see.”
“From the looks of it, you’re pretty shocked to see me.” he continued.
“Well, so far in my career, I’ve never forgotten a face” said the dealer, stillgrinning. Only this time, the friendliness was gone.It was the smile of a lion that caught its prey.“Wanna try some?”
“Oh no.” I thought. “Not again.A cold voice was whispering to me, “Take it.You won’t regret it, just take the drug.”It laughed.


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