Prolouge

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Luke’s POV:

I carefully balanced the contents of my spoon with one hand while I grabbed the needle with the other. I dipped the tip of the syringe into the solution I had just brewed up and pulled back on the plunger making sure to get every last drop. Heroin was expensive shit and I wasn’t about to waste even a bit of it.

I put the spoon down and flicked the syringe a few times to get rid of any air bubbles before finding a vein and carefully sliding the needle through my skin. I pushed down on the plunger letting the toxic mix invade my blood stream. It was only matter of time now before the high that I longed for would begin to consume me so that I could get rid of all these pesky feelings.

It was moments like this, right after I shot up some heroin or snorted a line or whatever it was I was doing at that moment, that the guilt would really hit me.

I had never meant to turn into this. I had never meant for any of this to go so far. And of course I felt bad – for my mom and my brothers and even my friends – I knew it hurt them to have to look at me like this, at what I was becoming or, even, what I already was – a drug addict. I hated to think those words and I couldn’t quite bring myself to say them, but I knew deep down that I was, without a doubt, a drug addict. I guess figured that if I admitted it out loud, it would be official – a label people could tag me with.  I didn’t want to be like this, but I was. The feeling of being high, the short-lived escape from life, was just too good to let go and, to be honest, even if I could change, I wasn't sure I wanted to.

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