Tag: fiction

2nd Chances

May 7, 2019

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My name is Chris and I am an addict. This is part 7 of my story.

The night was quiet save my heart pounding in my head, pleading with me to get up and go home. There were no more tears to be cried, no goodbyes to be said as I pushed up the sleeve of my jacket. The veins in my forearms pulsed in anticipation of receiving it’s toxic nirvana.

I looked to the sky one final time, took a deep breath and plunged the syringe into my vein.

A fire flooded through my veins as Crystal gripped my heart in her cold icy hands. A bolt of darkness seared through my brain as I stumbled to the ground.

I reached up grasping at the bench as a brilliance of a thousand suns blinded my eyes in a searing hot flash.

This was it. This is what I wanted. My final exit.

Sweat poured from my body as a numbing pain seized my arm. I gasped for what I hoped would be my last breath. My heart pounding, screamed in agony and I began to shake uncontrollably.

But as the tears of pain and rage rained down my face I suddenly realized I was not going to die.

The searing pain in my heart became cold, and the trembling subsided. I let out a long gasp of frustration, slowly pulling myself up from the ground. But I fell, unable to stand as the world spun and I descended into a euphoric conscious unconsciousness.

I do not know how long I had been down or even how I walked for that matter, but I found myself in front of my dealer’s home determined to escape from Crystal’s grasp forever.

But even her promise of death was false; I couldn’t even kill myself properly I thought. I knocked at the door for what would be my last time.

David, typically business like and efficacious in demeanor, looked at me in what appeared to be shock. He opened the door and came out into the yard holding my promise of death.

Staring with sorrow in his eyes he said, “You need to get help.”

My Name: “Is Meth” – Author Unknown

April 18, 2019

I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I’m easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I’m made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child’s closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there’s one you know best,
I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you’ll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie,
You do what you have to — just to get high.

The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms
Will I be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms,your lungs your nose.

You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I’ll be with you always — right by your side.

You’ll give up everything – your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned – this is no game,
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind,
I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you’ll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I’ll be your master, you will be my slave,
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.