Curiosity Kills

Curiosity kills
By: Loueljay mar melendres

In a slum destrict of sayabok people use "Marijuana and Shabo". For there individual purposes to make them high or Being hype, in our place in sayabok there was a bridge and under that brigde most people go there for Taking drugs. For them it was a nice place to take a drugs. Because the background of its place was soo dark and creepy the air smells smoky. And its like The darkness is almost a monster waiting to swallow them whole.

And I asked my self what does that drug do to them?. Other people say that drug make us hallow-cheeked or happy all the time. But then I tried because of my curiosity, and it happen under the bridge. Its in the middle of the night and again the darkness was like a monster waiting to swallow me whole. The air was dense and I am hearing the sound of the river flowing into the stream. I get my lighther at my pocket and slowly lighthen up the foil like i am cooking the drug and sniffing its smoke.

I sniff and sniff my eyes get blurr and I feel soo deezy I laught out loud. But I am just the only one under the bridge I didn't know what am I doing I just went to the river laughting and playing with the water. And the drug just make me a psyco that think too much like I am a genius that knows everything. Because of my craziness i bump my head on the wall and I got knocked out. When I woke up the luminescense of the sun was lighten up my face with his warm glow. That the sun was being mean to me looks like he means stood up and do not let the darkness swallow you..