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A young boy proves that one mistake is all it can take to forever change someone's life, and it also presents the reader with an image of how bad drugs can be to anyone.

Submitted: November 04, 2013

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I had an amazing life. My family had money to support me, food to feed me, and several loving hearts bonded with mine passionately in a mix of unexplainable emotion. My school grades were improving, finally. I wasn’t the most popular character, yet. I had several best friends, whom I knew I could always depend on, or at least I thought I could. They often supported me in anything I encouraged, also ensuring whatever I encouraged was safe and healthy. Maybe that’s why they disapproved so much of my idea, because it wasn’t safe or healthy. I didn’t care, it still sounded fun.

My best friends knew me too well, and understood if I was genuinely interested in trying something new then I would try it regardless of their opinions. Therefore I did. I still remember that night to this day, the day that changed my life forever and made me into who I am today.

I didn’t really know any of the people I was surrounded by, and I wasn’t exactly engaging with the usual crowd. I didn’t mind, of course, however these unusual faces and surroundings still provided me with discomforting feelings.

The eldest of the group I was now a part of approached me with intimidating looks, sending small Goosebumps to the surface of my skin, and a miniscule shiver down my spine. I was secretly frightened of this character, still approaching me, mostly because he was definitely too old to be a part of this crowd. Or maybe I was just too young to be here. The small spark of fear I had felt moments ago was expanding into a full flame of horror, but I still didn’t let my fear affect the confidence my facial expressions presented. I was hoping that ignoring the fear would fight it, perhaps make it disappear, yet it did the opposite. The thoughts I least wanted to think about began to enter my head, which didn’t help. I began to shake without realising, soon controlling myself. So far this new experience was only proving as a disappointment, just like my real friends had predicted.

My real friends, I thought. I missed them, but surely it wasn’t too late to return. I was still sober and drug free so I hadn’t broken any rules, right? The intimidating guy wearing all black, with hair of the same colour, passed me the empty vodka bottle. He looked scary; his jaw was doing some left to right movement I did not recognise, and the peaceful eyes I once thought of as a heavenly sky-coloured blue had somehow transformed into a coal black. He did not look healthy at all, and I didn’t present myself as confident anymore. I didn’t know how to react, because the moment was here, and I was not ready. I was too scared to say no. I froze.

This was not the situation I had planned out the previous night in my head, because I wasn’t flying high, or enjoying myself. I was nothing but a scared little boy who made a big mistake; leaving me trapped in a situation I didn’t know how to escape.

Reality had caught up on me, and already the straw was in my hand, poised towards my nose, slowly approaching the long, thick line of crushed crystal which was spread out along the glass.

I was already caught in the moment; the mistake had already been made. I held one nostril shut firmly, while I snorted the drug right up into my nasal passage. I almost choked off the taste, which was strong yet disgusting. My eyes watered without warning sending a flow of tears down my face, also creating a burning sensation. I was coping. Also waiting for this affect I had been dreaming of experiencing.

It hit me without warning, almost instantly after consuming the drug. It was so strange, because I had never felt anything like this before, and I didn’t want the feeling to leave me, ever. My life was suddenly complete, and I felt like I could achieve anything in this single moment. I was king in my world, my own fantasy where nobody else mattered. It was me and the crystals, together forever, and I knew my life was guaranteed to get better. Until the music came on of course, that’s when I realised what everyone meant by ‘flying high.’

I wasn’t very used to partying, and I was the worst dancer alive, but I didn’t care, I didn’t care about nothing. I never understood the true meaning of fun until now, because nothing could possibly be better than how I felt. I forgot all about the people I once called friends, I didn’t need them now, I had a much better future ahead of me, or so I thought.

That night passed quicker than any other night, which was strange considering I couldn’t sleep, or eat. I did get some sleep eventually, but I wished I hadn’t when I awoke. It was horrible. A strange, unpleasant yet indescribable feeling lingered on my mind, creating me to conjure up thoughts I wouldn’t dare think of with a sober conscience. I needed to escape this feeling, and I didn’t know how long it would last. I hated it, I hated life! I felt worthless, almost as if I had no purpose on this planet, and I felt like suicide was the only answer. I wasn’t scared, I was more excited, and to escape the pain i felt seemed like a good idea. I was mentally ill, and I was unsure to how it would last. I knew I couldn’t admit my plans to another person, as they would immediately intervene. I knew what had to be done, and I knew were there was a rope.

Before I knew it, there I was, staring at my entire life before my eyes. Fourteen years I had experienced. It was sad it had to end this way, but death is inevitable to us all anyway. I stared through the hole the rope provided for my soon-to-be snapped neck. I placed the noose over my head, thinking my last thoughts, when I realised how selfish I was being. I was going to cause unbearable pain to my once loving family, and I would feel nothing. I suddenly changed my mind, I snapped out of the confusion I was in, and was ready to get the rope from around my neck before an accident could happen. As quickly as I could, I began to lift the noose of my neck, but before I had chance the wet forestry beneath my feet caused me to lose balance and fall.

I hadn’t told anybody where I was going.

Nobody knew.

And there I lay, swinging slowly by my neck.

Forever.

That one good night had cost me my life, at just 14 years old I was dead, but I wasn’t ready to die.

That is, not until, I had avenged my death on those who inflicted this eternal pain.

 

 

I had an amazing life. My family had money to support me, food to feed me, and several loving hearts bonded with mine passionately in a mix of unexplainable emotion. My school grades were improving, finally. I wasn’t the most popular character, yet. I had several best friends, whom I knew I could always depend on, or at least I thought I could. They often supported me in anything I encouraged, also ensuring whatever I encouraged was safe and healthy. Maybe that’s why they disapproved so much of my idea, because it wasn’t safe or healthy. I didn’t care, it still sounded fun.

My best friends knew me too well, and understood if I was genuinely interested in trying something new then I would try it regardless of their opinions. Therefore I did. I still remember that night to this day, the day that changed my life forever and made me into who I am today.

I didn’t really know any of the people I was surrounded by, and I wasn’t exactly engaging with the usual crowd. I didn’t mind, of course, however these unusual faces and surroundings still provided me with discomforting feelings.

The eldest of the group I was now a part of approached me with intimidating looks, sending small Goosebumps to the surface of my skin, and a miniscule shiver down my spine. I was secretly frightened of this character, still approaching me, mostly because he was definitely too old to be a part of this crowd. Or maybe I was just too young to be here. The small spark of fear I had felt moments ago was expanding into a full flame of horror, but I still didn’t let my fear affect the confidence my facial expressions presented. I was hoping that ignoring the fear would fight it, perhaps make it disappear, yet it did the opposite. The thoughts I least wanted to think about began to enter my head, which didn’t help. I began to shake without realising, soon controlling myself. So far this new experience was only proving as a disappointment, just like my real friends had predicted.

My real friends, I thought. I missed them, but surely it wasn’t too late to return. I was still sober and drug free so I hadn’t broken any rules, right? The intimidating guy wearing all black, with hair of the same colour, passed me the empty vodka bottle. He looked scary; his jaw was doing some left to right movement I did not recognise, and the peaceful eyes I once thought of as a heavenly sky-coloured blue had somehow transformed into a coal black. He did not look healthy at all, and I didn’t present myself as confident anymore. I didn’t know how to react, because the moment was here, and I was not ready. I was too scared to say no. I froze.

This was not the situation I had planned out the previous night in my head, because I wasn’t flying high, or enjoying myself. I was nothing but a scared little boy who made a big mistake; leaving me trapped in a situation I didn’t know how to escape.

Reality had caught up on me, and already the straw was in my hand, poised towards my nose, slowly approaching the long, thick line of crushed crystal which was spread out along the glass.

I was already caught in the moment; the mistake had already been made. I held one nostril shut firmly, while I snorted the drug right up into my nasal passage. I almost choked off the taste, which was strong yet disgusting. My eyes watered without warning sending a flow of tears down my face, also creating a burning sensation. I was coping. Also waiting for this affect I had been dreaming of experiencing.

It hit me without warning, almost instantly after consuming the drug. It was so strange, because I had never felt anything like this before, and I didn’t want the feeling to leave me, ever. My life was suddenly complete, and I felt like I could achieve anything in this single moment. I was king in my world, my own fantasy where nobody else mattered. It was me and the crystals, together forever, and I knew my life was guaranteed to get better. Until the music came on of course, that’s when I realised what everyone meant by ‘flying high.’

I wasn’t very used to partying, and I was the worst dancer alive, but I didn’t care, I didn’t care about nothing. I never understood the true meaning of fun until now, because nothing could possibly be better than how I felt. I forgot all about the people I once called friends, I didn’t need them now, I had a much better future ahead of me, or so I thought.

That night passed quicker than any other night, which was strange considering I couldn’t sleep, or eat. I did get some sleep eventually, but I wished I hadn’t when I awoke. It was horrible. A strange, unpleasant yet indescribable feeling lingered on my mind, creating me to conjure up thoughts I wouldn’t dare think of with a sober conscience. I needed to escape this feeling, and I didn’t know how long it would last. I hated it, I hated life! I felt worthless, almost as if I had no purpose on this planet, and I felt like suicide was the only answer. I wasn’t scared, I was more excited, and to escape the pain i felt seemed like a good idea. I was mentally ill, and I was unsure to how it would last. I knew I couldn’t admit my plans to another person, as they would immediately intervene. I knew what had to be done, and I knew were there was a rope.

Before I knew it, there I was, staring at my entire life before my eyes. Fourteen years I had experienced. It was sad it had to end this way, but death is inevitable to us all anyway. I stared through the hole the rope provided for my soon-to-be snapped neck. I placed the noose over my head, thinking my last thoughts, when I realised how selfish I was being. I was going to cause unbearable pain to my once loving family, and I would feel nothing. I suddenly changed my mind, I snapped out of the confusion I was in, and was ready to get the rope from around my neck before an accident could happen. As quickly as I could, I began to lift the noose of my neck, but before I had chance the wet forestry beneath my feet caused me to lose balance and fall.

I hadn’t told anybody where I was going.

Nobody knew.

And there I lay, swinging slowly by my neck.

Forever.

That one good night had cost me my life, at just 14 years old I was dead, but I wasn’t ready to die.

That is, not until, I had avenged my death on those who inflicted this eternal pain.

 

 

 


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