Months go by his girlfriend left him for someone else. That made things worse. His mother doesn't even acknowledge he's there or home. He starts to fall apart and the one thing that he found to piece him together didn't help. The teenager looked for answer to get his life back to normal at least his mental health. Where he ended up was in his room with a needle in his arm and a chill that ran through his body. The pain went away and the guilt faded away. His life felt at easy in the first time in years. His friend told him to start doing drugs awhile back but he never had the courage. His mom calls him for dinner and like every night he sits there enjoying the drugs he just put directly in his blood stream. He loves this rush of relief he gets. He starts to think...he sees Janet and he feels Janet and he screams out in anger. He wants her back but, he knows she don't want him. The pain in his heart didn't allow him to try and have a relationship with her. She's happier now than she's been in months. He wasn't going to take that from her not now not ever. He sits there in once was relief got replaced with pain and sadness. He pulls his phone out and texts his friends asking for more and a lot more effective drugs. They delivered and he paid his mother was asleep. He went straight to his room filled his need and did it again.
A year goes by...he's addicted but more than when he started and doing more and more every time. His grades went from A++ to F to if you don't bring your grades up your never going to pass. His mothers been dating some guy but, she won't introduce Derik to him. The pain and guilt of killing his father eats at him for the past year. More drugs is always his answer...sadly it's not getting him anywhere other than in a ball crying from his own thoughts. Janet is carved in his chest the same with his fathers name but a lot rougher...he screams out in anger. The withdrawals from not taking another dose...he'll fix that. He ran out so he needs to get more. He goes down stairs and looks around spots his moms purse and grand cash and calls up his drug dealer. This mother got a job at some federal place that pays well and she almost never buys anything...her boyfriend pays for everything even though they barely talk. He hands the money over to his dealer and runs back to his room and bites some rag as he ties a rubber hose around his arms and takes another shot. The pain washes away...not for long this time he's clawing at his skin screaming this time the drug is really harsh and sends him into pain and memories he's trying forget. He smiles and laughs and burst out laughing. He's finally snapped...he's finally lashing out he starts punching and kick at his wall leaving holes and, cutting up the skin on his fist, the pain only makes him hit more and harder. After awhile he finally tires and lays down back into a ball screaming in pain. He knows no one cares and no ones going to save him from this he's entered hell and his soul isn't coming back. Tears start rolling down his face. Please someone help me is all he ever thinks.
