Avoid the temptations of doing drugs. Run if you know what's good for you. Drugs can destroy the brightest of futures.
"Cops!" My heart froze with that word, so much fear was struck into me. The feet beneath my body comprehended before my mind fully understood the danger. As I took off in the direction of the convenience store sliding doors my eyes captured the destruction I'd caused. The fear stricken man behind the little register who looked as though he thought these moments would be his last, items thrown about the room.
My heart races and I feel the sweat running down my forehead. What am I doing here? The lights are getting closer, red and blue, red and blue. They are not that close but close enough to make my skin craw, I'm reminded of the feeling of being in a room and spotting a spider. Even though it isn't on my skin, you can still feel the tiny little prickles of its feet as it crawls against your bare skin.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen like this, get the money, get out no one gets hurt. We'll get the money, you'll be safe, he'll be safe. I was still running with all my might, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever run out of energy. The lights still flickered in the distance, the street lamps had just come on. Children ran about playing, each looking at each other as I passed. Perhaps they were gawking at my gaunt thinning face. The delicate bones that once where just barely visible now stand at attention, every small details of my bone structure was visible. These side effects had come with the drugs. The kids passed with a blur, and I was still running, running from the punishment I knew I deserved.
My feet hit the concrete harder as I rounded the corner into a dark alley. I felt it coming up rising through my throat than into my mouth, the instant I slowed my body began heaving, up the reminders of a lunch I didn't recognize. Everything was dark, and cold tonight, unusual for a summer afternoon.
How had I let myself get to this point. I used to be such a good kid. Bright future, right on track. Now I'm 20 years old addict. The long I sat the more I began to remember how this had all began, remembering how I was tempted to doing this, remembering the exactly point I turned from the worse.
"Jimmy! Hurry up! You're going to be late!" Mom is of course referring to school. My brown hair is pulled back into a tight high bouncing pony tail. It's generally like this because I hate the feeling I get when I'm working on a paper and hair falls into my eyes.
"Coming!" I'm more screaming that talking in a loud voice. She doesn't know how agitating her voice becomes when she start telling me to do things. I grab my bag before running outside making weird faces as I get to my little sport car. The engine starts with a pur and out comes my favorite band. Like usual I end up pulling into a parking space in front of my school 4 minutes late already. My feet pick up pace when I spot the window to my first period. Jeremy my best friend was starting his report, I had to be there very moral support. Once inside I skipped getting a late note and instead kept my pace a steady fast one. I slipped into the class undetected for the finishing part of Jeremy's report.
"Whoop!" My voice carried, Jeremy's eyes met mine as I stood to applaud him.
"Mr. Johnson did you think I wouldn't notice your absence?" This was followed by the class oohing and awing. Clever guys clever.
"Well I was hoping." I gave a wink before grabbing my bag and heading out of class. Another meeting with the principal and a day stuck at home, while Mon yells. My pace as slowed dramatically from when I first entered the building. Home wouldn't be very fun, I'll just go to the mall. The receptions tried to talk to me but I ignored her and kept walking until I was back inside the car.
"Damn." I put my head down on the steering wheel. Mom would kill me, my grades had already slipped.
"Planning on skipping school are we?" A voice I knew, but couldn't quite but a finger on came through close to my ear. I lifted my head just enough to see who it was.
"Davis." He'd been my best friend in 3-7th grade before Jeremy. We'd had a falling out and didn't speak for a year but so far we'd be talking just fine.
"It's fine don't get up." He made the dumbest face possible and jumped into my passenger seat in one slick move.
"Why the hell are you in my care?" Still I let my head rest on the wheel. His hand slid onto my in a friendly manner.
"Because we're going to my friend's Zak's house and getting fucked up!" I rose my head up instantly. I'd never done. anything like that, I wasn't like anti being bad. I'd just never had a chance to be bad. Or really felt the need.
" I don't really want too." He looked slightly confused, as if people didn't usually turn him down for that kind of thing. My mind was made up, sure I didn't care if he did it but I wouldn't.
"Well if you don't want to do it fine but you can hang out and if you feel like you want too, that'd be chill." Zak smiled and shoved his bag into the backseat. Honestly I was tempted to go because I have not been to such place before and to avoid being at home alone.
"Fine." I'd take him, hang out but not do anything. This I swear but the whole story changed when we got to the house.