At the age of thirty-three, I am lying six-feet under-ground, lifeless.
“Come on Nicole, it will be fun. It won’t hurt you we promise,” they said.
Their words were lies. It may have been fun at the time, but now I have nothing to show for it. I never thought about the future when I was younger; I only thought about the present. I had the mindset of most teenagers, “It won’t happen to me,” were my most famous words. My story is a lesson to be learned. It can and it will happen to you. It all started when I was sixteen years old, and I met a boy who would actually look at me for a change. Most of the guys I would meet would be complete trash and would not respect me for who I was, but this one guy that I met was actually different and cared about me. Let me be the first to tell you that nothing is ever as good as it seems. This boy’s name was Kevin. Kevin and I started hanging out a lot at school; and even after school sometimes. After hanging out and getting to know each other a few times, Kevin decided to introduce me to his friends. When we arrived at their secret hang-out spot, he introduced me as his girlfriend. The place reeked of alcohol and marijuana (pot). “Hey Nicole, want to take a drag?” they asked. “Sure,” I replied because I did not want them to think I was lame. One of them handed me their blunt, I took a hit, and immediately after started choking because I was an inexperienced smoker. After I finally caught my breath, I took another hit. I’ll spare you the gritty details, but let’s just say that is where it all started. The more I hung out with Kevin and his friends, the more I liked the way pot made me feel. That feeling did not last for much longer. After I started smoking it almost every day, my body started growing immune to it, but I wanted that feeling back. I asked Kevin why it was not working anymore and his response was, “Because you’re ready for the next step.” I did not know what he meant by “next step,” but I went along with it. He took a bag out of his pocket and handed me a pill. “What is it?” I asked. “Don’t focus on what it is, just take it. It will make you feel amazing!” he replied. Without any more questions, I took the pill, and he was right, it did make me feel amazing. After a few months with Kevin and his friends, Kevin started taking something that was making him angry all the time. …show more content…
He started with pounding his fists against the wall. Once he finally broke through the wall he started charging at me with his hand raised. He brought it down full-force and slapped me across my cheek. My mother raised me to never let a man put his hands on me, so I left and never went back. Three days after I left Kevin and his friends, I started having a sick-feeling but I could not describe what was wrong. I did not want to feel this way, it was a terrible feeling. I remembered that I still had a bag of those pills Kevin had given me that made me feel amazing. I took one of the pills and I felt great again. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I had an addiction. My mom was away on a business trip so I was home alone. I went in search of a drink, because the pill I took made me very thirsty. I found my mom’s stash of beer and decided to drink one. I had drank one before with Kevin. Before I knew it, I had drank her entire stash. I knew she was going to be livid but I did not care. I took out the bag Kevin had given me to take another pill, but it was empty. I needed more or something else, so I called the local drug dealer. I asked him to hook me up with something that would make me feel better than amazing. I met him at the local gas station and he gave me some needles and something else; I did not know what it was. He explained to me how to use it,
“Come on Nicole, it will be fun. It won’t hurt you we promise,” they said.
Their words were lies. It may have been fun at the time, but now I have nothing to show for it. I never thought about the future when I was younger; I only thought about the present. I had the mindset of most teenagers, “It won’t happen to me,” were my most famous words. My story is a lesson to be learned. It can and it will happen to you. It all started when I was sixteen years old, and I met a boy who would actually look at me for a change. Most of the guys I would meet would be complete trash and would not respect me for who I was, but this one guy that I met was actually different and cared about me. Let me be the first to tell you that nothing is ever as good as it seems. This boy’s name was Kevin. Kevin and I started hanging out a lot at school; and even after school sometimes. After hanging out and getting to know each other a few times, Kevin decided to introduce me to his friends. When we arrived at their secret hang-out spot, he introduced me as his girlfriend. The place reeked of alcohol and marijuana (pot). “Hey Nicole, want to take a drag?” they asked. “Sure,” I replied because I did not want them to think I was lame. One of them handed me their blunt, I took a hit, and immediately after started choking because I was an inexperienced smoker. After I finally caught my breath, I took another hit. I’ll spare you the gritty details, but let’s just say that is where it all started. The more I hung out with Kevin and his friends, the more I liked the way pot made me feel. That feeling did not last for much longer. After I started smoking it almost every day, my body started growing immune to it, but I wanted that feeling back. I asked Kevin why it was not working anymore and his response was, “Because you’re ready for the next step.” I did not know what he meant by “next step,” but I went along with it. He took a bag out of his pocket and handed me a pill. “What is it?” I asked. “Don’t focus on what it is, just take it. It will make you feel amazing!” he replied. Without any more questions, I took the pill, and he was right, it did make me feel amazing. After a few months with Kevin and his friends, Kevin started taking something that was making him angry all the time. …show more content…
He started with pounding his fists against the wall. Once he finally broke through the wall he started charging at me with his hand raised. He brought it down full-force and slapped me across my cheek. My mother raised me to never let a man put his hands on me, so I left and never went back. Three days after I left Kevin and his friends, I started having a sick-feeling but I could not describe what was wrong. I did not want to feel this way, it was a terrible feeling. I remembered that I still had a bag of those pills Kevin had given me that made me feel amazing. I took one of the pills and I felt great again. I was completely oblivious to the fact that I had an addiction. My mom was away on a business trip so I was home alone. I went in search of a drink, because the pill I took made me very thirsty. I found my mom’s stash of beer and decided to drink one. I had drank one before with Kevin. Before I knew it, I had drank her entire stash. I knew she was going to be livid but I did not care. I took out the bag Kevin had given me to take another pill, but it was empty. I needed more or something else, so I called the local drug dealer. I asked him to hook me up with something that would make me feel better than amazing. I met him at the local gas station and he gave me some needles and something else; I did not know what it was. He explained to me how to use it,