I'd like to say that I came from a bad family. That I was abused, raped, or even neglected. But I came from a good family. My parents were members of a local church and served the lord every Sunday. I'm an only child so I never had an issue with my parents comparing me to others. I was a straight A student until High school. I was very athletic. I was cheer captain and co captain for cheer competitions.
I'd like to also say that I was forced into it. That peer pressure made me. But I went looking for it. Why you ask? Why would you want to look for drugs and trouble? Why would you want something that could make you lose everything? Well I'm very competitive in most things I do. So I figured just a little something will help boost my mind and body, that way I could sleep less, work harder and faster.
It was my junior year when I made a decision that many would say ruined my life. I think it made everything better. I mean if you could choose to make nothing hurt, and to only feel happiness, wouldn't you do the same?
So I met up with a friend who has a cousin that is a dealer. And she hooked me up with some heroin, a tourniquet, a diabetic needle and some alcohol wipes. I asked why on the diabetic needle and she told me that it would leave a hole that would be cleared up in a day. I didn't even think to ask where she had gotten the needle, honestly, I didn't even care.
I can still remember the first night I met the dragon. My parents went out for a date night, I had a 5 page essay and two take home quiz's due the next day, so I took advantage.
I felt around to find a vein on my arm, after I found one I marked it so I wouldn't forget and went to wash my hands. I returned, grabbed an alcohol pad and began rubbing the area that I was going to poke.
I tied off my arm and began pumping my fist. When it was finally time I was very anxious, I grab my trash bin just in case. The injection was the scariest part, but once it was in, I was ready. I took off the tourniquet and began slowly pushing the 'brown sugar' into my veins. As soon as I was done, I just sat there, then I vomited in the bucket thank god. I sat back up I felt the waves of warmth take over my body. I also felt the sensation of happiness and confidence. I wasn't nervous, I didn't feel anything but pure joy. Over nothing.
My high lasted for about 6 hours. At 1:30am I began to comedown, feeling lagged and tired. I felt as though I had ran a mile in 5 minutes. But you bet your ass I finished all that work! At 2:30am I crashed. I already wanted more. But before I had time to contact my hook up, I pasted out. In the middle of my floor.
From that moment I knew that the Dragon has me, and I needed more
