As the loud clanging of the bell resounded in my ears students stampeded for the door, class finished for the day. Having few friends at Captain Shreve High School, I spent the majority of my afternoons at my friend Stephen’s house. Stephen stood an inch taller than I at five-foot four with disheveled chestnut hair sewn with blonde highlights. As he was not from Shreveport, he didn’t have anyone he trusted, or knew for that matter, leading us to become tremendously close throughout middle school, and as I had no siblings, we had become as brothers. Though we now attended different schools, we vowed to always be there for one another. We were brothers. After school finished for the day, we would meet up to play basketball, game online, or even
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When I finally arrived at his house I decided to merely let myself in as I habitually did. As I approached, I caught a strong combination of aromas and realized that they had been drinking and passing around a sort of drug cocktail they had crafted. The room was a mess with miniscule, torn scraps of paper, presumably used to wrap their various drugs, beer cans, and what I was hoping were splashes of spilled beer on the carpet. Peering through the dimly lit room, my eyes caught glimpse of four figures across the way sprawled on the floor. As I approach closer I see Stephen, David, and a couple unknown, ominous looking figures passing around a bowl. With a slight wave of his hand, Stephen motioned for me to join in on their “good time,” but as this wasn’t an activity I was keen of, I hastily made an excuse to head out after a few minutes. Over the next few months Stephen spent increasingly more time with David and in turn, began to slowly transform. Each time I met up with Stephen he was either ludicrously drunk or trying a new drug; searching for that new high. I confronted him on this “transformation” accordingly various times, however, my inquiries would be immediately dismissed with no regard for the issue. Stephen was slowly following in his brother’s footsteps, and I, forced to watch powerless from the
When I finally arrived at his house I decided to merely let myself in as I habitually did. As I approached, I caught a strong combination of aromas and realized that they had been drinking and passing around a sort of drug cocktail they had crafted. The room was a mess with miniscule, torn scraps of paper, presumably used to wrap their various drugs, beer cans, and what I was hoping were splashes of spilled beer on the carpet. Peering through the dimly lit room, my eyes caught glimpse of four figures across the way sprawled on the floor. As I approach closer I see Stephen, David, and a couple unknown, ominous looking figures passing around a bowl. With a slight wave of his hand, Stephen motioned for me to join in on their “good time,” but as this wasn’t an activity I was keen of, I hastily made an excuse to head out after a few minutes. Over the next few months Stephen spent increasingly more time with David and in turn, began to slowly transform. Each time I met up with Stephen he was either ludicrously drunk or trying a new drug; searching for that new high. I confronted him on this “transformation” accordingly various times, however, my inquiries would be immediately dismissed with no regard for the issue. Stephen was slowly following in his brother’s footsteps, and I, forced to watch powerless from the