Broken (A suicide story)

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This Chapter is dedicated 2 TheVoices (BTW, thank u 4 commenting and giving me advice :) )

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The song for this chapter would be Innocence by Avril Lavigne. Srry, but I can't upload pics or videos.

Tulare; a city in California. A good place to live, hardly any shootings or crime comitted. Keyword; hardly. Tulare isn't perfect. Alot of people get robbed since they are dumb enough to think they might not need a guard dog or perhaps a security system.

But Tulare is like Hell and Heaven. Two Worlds.

There's the bright side with people smiling, laughing with joy, buying luxurious objects, going to the spa, hair salon, or perhaps gambling away. And the sky is always bright and shiny, the air is always fresh to breathe in. That's heaven, of course.

But down town, the sky is dark and cloudy as if its going to rain any minute. The air is cold and disgusting to breathe in, polluted with smoke that can make you gag. Where most stores were closed or shut down because of the constant robberies or gun shootings. The allies were always filled with homeless people who had no where to go stayed with other people, either drinking and smoking. That's Hell.

I know for a fact because when I was ten, my real mom and dad once passed by this side of the city to pick of a friend, and our Mercedes broke down so we had to wander around for help. I saw exchanges being made, and I knew exactly what they were doing, fortunately, my mom had ushered me along.

But I knew well enough to know that that what they were doing was selling illegal drugs.

I've seen many tv shows, and the school's I've attended had assemblies about drugs. "Why do you do drugs?" Police normally ask. The addicted person replies, "It numbs the pain I feel in me." "What do mean, 'it numbs the pain I feel in me?'" the police continues. "I mean exactly what I say. I forget that problems actually exist and I don't feel anything but pure happiness," the addicted person replies.

So I wanted to test it out.

I hid my bike behind a dumpster so it wouldn't get jacked or stolen before wandering off into the ally. Rats scurried into the darkness, same with black and brown cocaroaches. Homeless dogs barked at me, while homeless cats screeched as they scrambled to hide. I shuddered.

"Hey girly," a voice slurred behind me. I whipped around. A man who looked ready to go to sleep stumbled foward me, his clothes were dirty and smelly. His hands gripped my shoulders and I panicked.

"Get off me!" I squealed, trying to shove him off me.

"Issac! Get off the young girl!" another voice yelled, his voice holding authority even though he looked much younger than the guy, he looked maybe five years older than me. He had glossy slick black hair brushed backwards and beady brown eyes, he wore a clean coat with faded jeans and boots. He was handsome, but the glint in his eyes told me he was wicked.

I ran towards him, thinking he was safe.

The drunken man waved us off before stumbling away.

"What are you doing here, kid?" the guy who had saved me asked, turning me around to look up at him.

"I-I- I came to buy," I stammered, my voice betraying me. To say I was just nervous was a lie.

His beady eyes sliced into mine. "What are you talking about?" He was playing dumb. He obviously didn't trust me.

"I know this is the place where you buy and supply," I added.

He stared at me for a moment, until he chuckled. "So you want some of the stuff that takes you to heaven?"

I jerked a nod, swallowing.

"Well first, let me introduce myself," he says, grabbing my hand and flashing a grin that would've made any girl swoon. What was a guy like him doing in a place like this? "I'm Derrick."

"Miracle."

He mouthed my name, maybe testing it out, then stared at me intently. I accidently snapped, "What?"

"Well, what exactly to do want?"

"Anything." I was desperate.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bag that held stuff people used on infants. I frowned, bewildered. "Baby powder?" What the hell?

He burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Nah, this good shit here is called cocaine. Its one of our most asked for supplies." He grabbed my hand and poured a little onto it. "Take your poisen, babe."

Hesitating, I brought my hand up to my nose and too the tiniest bit of sniff. It was uncomfortable, and I felt like I wanted to throw the rest of it away, but at the same time, it was... addictive. And my only thought was to sniff it all in one go otherwise my mind would go crazy. "How much is it?" I asked once I looked up again.

"One hundred fifty for a bag."

My eyes nearly came out of their sockets. And I was tempted to yell, 'Hey, that's a ripp-off!' I only had fifty bucks on me, I had no idea drugs cost this much. "I don't have enough," I whispered.

"Then offer me something else," he said, making my stomache flip nervously. I was about to ask what was exactly what he wanted when he cut in, "I'm not asking much."

This reminded me of The Little Mermaid. Did she feel like she would do just about anything to get what she wanted? Did she feel torn about giving up something to gain something else? Was it worth it?

Derrick wrapped his arm around me. "Come, we will discuss the price at my house."

It had to be worth it.

My mom always said that your innocence was the most prized possesion a young girl could keep for when you're older. She said it was a beautiful thing and you only have once chance. It was the only thing you could keep pure and if you gave it up, you had to make sure it was at the perfect time.

I felt empty without it. The one thing I had from my mom was raped and tooken right from under me. And I couldn't do anything to take it back.

But I believed I had no choice. Sacrifices had to be made, no matter what it was. I had done the right thing.

At home, I had creeped up the stairs while my step mom, dad, and Keith were watching a family comedy. I hoped they didn't recieve a call from the school saying I ditched class, otherwise there would be lots of questions to be asked.

I locked my door and jumped onto my bed, taking out the small plastic bag from my backpack. Hastily, I poured some into my palm and told myself, there's no going back now.

The drug gave me some kind of adrenaline rush, making my blood and heart run faster, but everything else slower. I recalled the memories of all those times I was shoved, pushed, and laughed at. Those times where I would break down and dcry because I wished my mom would be alive to take me into her arms. The drug slowly formed a dark black hole, making a home into the back of my head, where all those hurtful and happy memories were sucked into. My mind was wiped and I couldn't feel the pain that used to suffocate me until I would cry out.

I didn't give it up all for nothing.

A/N:

TheVoices, message me or comment if this chapter was better than the last one, please.

Anyways, this chapter was suppose 2 tell u some of the reasons sum people go into drugs is bullying. Its real. And that summer girls r treating their bodies like items. Its wrong. No girl should ever have 2 do this or go through this. And don't tell me this doesent happen cuz I hav SEEN it. Anyways, thank u 4 reading.

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