I once knew a girl. She was kind of a loner, kind of not. She just didn’t hang out with anyone in school. Everyone knew she had friends somewhere else. What they didn’t know was that it was a bunch of 18 year old guys (3 years older) that lived 45 minutes away.
All her friends were into drugs. She was too. During the summer, she would go out raving all night, and come home with a headache and burnt out in the morning. Her mom didn’t even know she hung out with these people.
She went camping with them a few times over the course of the summer. Once, her friend *James* was with them. They were all drinking mudslides and passing around joints. James always went a little too far, drank a little too much. He tried to stand up. After a few attempts, he stood straight, a little wobbly. Then he just passed out, and fell. His right arm went right into the fire.
He awoke a few seconds later, clutching his burnt arm to his chest. He ran to the lake, throwing his blistered arm into the water. All of the people sitting around the fire laughed. Even the girl, though he was one of her best friends.
Later that night, she walked down the short path to the shore. She saw James passed out halfway in the water. And she hated herself for laughing. She figured it must have been the weed or the alcohol. James always went a little too far anyways.
A few weeks later, she was at a party at *Johns* house. He was her other best friend. She was tripping on LSD or GHB, or something. She still isn’t sure which one. She came into a room full of people. After drinking something, she left the room and went upstairs to Johns bedroom. She felt less crowded there.
She opened the door, and saw James crumpled on the floor. And she saw the three empty needles next to him.
“FUCK!” she screamed, and ran downstairs. She ripped John away from the crowd, and grabbed a cordless phone. She dragged John upstairs to where James was curled on the floor.
She stood there staring at James with John, phone in hand. She just stood there, trembling. It was something that she would later regret. No one in her crowd did heroin. James hadn’t even done it before! Three needles on his first time?!?! She stared at the phone in her hand. It was 2 in the morning. What would happen if she called? She didn’t care anymore. She dialed 911.
The ambulance came and picked James up. The girl and John got into the back as well. Everyone else just eventually cleared out of Johns house.
They arrived at the hospital quickly. The people rushed James away. Everything was a blur to the girl. She had drunk too much, and the acid (or whatever it was) was taking the clearness from her mind.
Two hours later, she was sitting on the hard floor of the hall, out side the room James was in. No one knew where his parents were. The hospital people had been trying to reach them for hours.
The door of the room opened. A doctor came out. The girl already knew from the look in his eyes. He said it anyway though. The girl didn’t hear him in the blur. Her mind was reeling too fast to hear. But then her mind went blank.
She looked over at John, sitting next to her on the floor. And then something in him broke. And he began to cry. The girl threw her arms around his neck, and tried to comfort him. It didn’t help. This 18 year old football god-druggie who was perfect to her in every way was crying. It was killing her. She never cried. The idea of it was alien to her.
She went home from the hospital the next morning. The girl blocked it from her mind, and didn’t tell anyone. She pretended it never happened. School was about to start anyways. But she stopped hanging out with John and her other friends. She stopped her drugs. She even made a couple (as in 2) friends in school.
There isn’t really a moral from her story, not even a lesson. But it changed her life, and it changed something in mine as well. Maybe everyone could learn something from this girls story, maybe you could…and don’t forget, people die young…
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What a very sad story… It is so sad that something like this has to happen for people to relize that they need to slow down in life… Drugs are fine if that is what you chose to do… but you don’t have to get so fuc**** blitzed… use them in moderation…
True that is a sad story. Drugs make things worse than they are before. The one thing to do is not take them cuz if u do they will mess u up for life.
i hate when ppl die young because they never get a chance to have kids or anything
i dont do drugs, apart from some smoke everynow and then.
But i’m not writing about that. I’m just thinking that there is no moral to the story, as u said, but it has alot of meaning. Choose who u hang out withand dont take in all the crap. Not to sound like a fu(king dad, but sometimes it really just so simple.Good story. But not fun. This stuff never is.
I can relate to that alot. I never hung out with people at school cuz to me they were all preps. I had my own group of friends outside of school. On Halloween a couple of years ago we were at a party and my best friend was giving out hints all night about how he was going to kill himself and none of us even thought about the possibilty of him dying. The next morning I went back to his house to get my coat and i saw him in the stairway just hanging there. So I know where she is coming from. And it is really sad to loose someone that is really close to you.
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