Being

Overdose

Herold's POV

I sat on my green bean bag chair that is in my room, and shot up. First, I pulled the needle out of the bag, then I got the heroine. I placed the needle into the heroine bottle, and injected it into it. I then brought the needle to my already noticeable vein, and stuck it in.
I felt the injection flow through the vein. My mouth watered, and my feet sweat. My head started throbbing, and my eyes rolled back. The seizure begins.
I was shaking all over. Saliva foamed out of my mouth. I overdosed. Not on purpose. This time. I would've done it with my mom home to scare her and watch her roll her eyes as she called 911. I felt like I was participating in an exorcism. I heard the front door open. It slammed shut. Mom and her boyfriend. They're probably going to go up to her room and do it so he will pay our rent. Sometimes he skips, but mom doesn't care as long as she gets some.
My door creaked open, and my mom rushed over to me and pulled out her phone. She must be surprised that I overdosed when she wasn't here. She dialed 91. And I passed out.

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I woke up in a room. I knew it well. Recovery room. I felt the IV, it is pushing fluids through me, because I almost died. Once I overdosed and I did die. But then they brought me back to this so called creation of God. I turned over and saw the nurse. Big rack. Then I looked at her face. Big nose, teeth like an alligator, and giant creases all over her skin. Gross. The boobs no longer interested me.
My mom was right next to me staring down. Her makeup was smeared, and she had lines of white that stood out next to her brown foundation. Stained tears. I felt bad. But not bad enough to not inject again. The nurse unplugged my IV and gave me some scrubs. I must've been in the fluid room for a few hours, because it was time for the mental center. Again.