FLASHPOINT

Day 2

Day 3

I woke up with the hugest headache that morning

. Why was i feeling like this?

Then I remembered, cocaine.

The only reason I got up is the stupid puppy, I named him allegro, wouldn't stop licking me face and I was getting really annoyed by it.

I was the last person to get up but I had to, everyone depended on me to know what to do next.

Which I did but I wasn't in the mood for it.

The cocaine made me tired, I had to give them some job to do today or what would they start to think of me as?

I couldn't think of something small to do that wouldn't involve me moving much.

Then I came up with an idea we could start keeping a journal.

Haha I know stupid right?

But it was all I could think of.

I told everyone that it would be good for everyone to keep one and at the end the week trade with someone else and let them read it.

I couldn't believe that I told them to do that but they didn't argue and though it was a good idea.

We had took some composition notebooks as a fuel for the fire and used that as our journal.

I though as long as I have one I might as well write like everyone else.

Journal:1

It's been hard these past 2 day I miss my family so much. (I didn't know what else to write)...we found some dogs and got a lot of food, and tomorrow we will go get supplies I know that we will be able to fight against the enemies and survive off of what we have till the invasion is over ....

Since most of what I wrote in my journals were just made up, I didn't write much.

I wish I could have wrote what I wanted to say but I didn't want anyone to read it.

I had so many thoughts on my mind but I didn't want to tell anyone even my Bestfriend, what if they saw what I was truly felling inside?

Would they get discouraged?

That night I couldn't stop thinking.

I was tired but couldn't fall asleep. Everyone else was, how could they sleep!?

At such a time where they could come back and take us to their homeland. Urhh I needed to get this off my mind, again I snuck out and brought the cocaine bag with me.

This time in needed more, more that I would ever take, I NEEDED to, I didn't care how much it would affect me in the morning.

I crushed some and took the same dollar from yesterday and sniffed it up, I took another, and another.

I stopped counting after 5.

When I stood up to go back inside I felt dizzy and nauseous.

Before I reached the half door I feel down and passed out right there.

I guess I made a big thump because the next thing I knew Cindy, Damian and jazy were by my side.

Everything was in slow motion to me. They were spinning and it wouldn't stop!

They brought me some water, it didn't help much but it was enough to get me back on my feet.

I told them I was going to bed, but Cindy had other plans.

She wanted an explanation.

I didn't feel like talking so when she grabbed my shoulder I shrugged he off and continued walking she yelled something but I couldn't understand. My main goal right now was to get to sleep.