Emotionally, my life at 15 years old was a living hell with the damage already done. By now I had already been addicted, to something so wonderful, something so smooth and something so life changing. Maybe I fell in love with the color of it, since white has always been a favorite of mine, or maybe the way it ran through me, but I know for sure I loved the feeling it brought me. City lights wrapped around me as I headed towards Brookhaven, Georgia with two of the closest people I had. The driver always sped, but this time she was going so fast I felt like I was drunk. We pull in to the apartment complex and unload our, of course, over-packed bags. We darted upstairs and immediately started getting ready for a night I won’t, but did forget.
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We meet up with a few people at a secluded house. They offered us drinks and of course we took them, then they offer us drugs, and of course we were taking them. My last memory of that night was leaving and not being able to find the car. I woke up on a pull out couch in Savannahs living room with food all around me and throw up lying next to my face. It was still early in the morning and everyone still sleeping, so back to bed I went. That afternoon after everyone woke up, Savannah and I left, lying to the others where we went. She took me to a rundown brick house, no cars in the driveway and trash covering the property. We walk inside and find no one there, but she knew exactly where to go to get what we needed. Stepping over dirty clothes and trash in the floor, she found what we came for and we left. Arriving back at her apartment, the two friends left but I decided to stay with Savannah. We headed for the run down house, only this time, people were there. She led me inside and introduced me to people I had no interest in. Loosing track of time, it was 4 in the morning and we were still getting our fix. Roughly around an hour later, a nose bleed came, telling me it was time to
We meet up with a few people at a secluded house. They offered us drinks and of course we took them, then they offer us drugs, and of course we were taking them. My last memory of that night was leaving and not being able to find the car. I woke up on a pull out couch in Savannahs living room with food all around me and throw up lying next to my face. It was still early in the morning and everyone still sleeping, so back to bed I went. That afternoon after everyone woke up, Savannah and I left, lying to the others where we went. She took me to a rundown brick house, no cars in the driveway and trash covering the property. We walk inside and find no one there, but she knew exactly where to go to get what we needed. Stepping over dirty clothes and trash in the floor, she found what we came for and we left. Arriving back at her apartment, the two friends left but I decided to stay with Savannah. We headed for the run down house, only this time, people were there. She led me inside and introduced me to people I had no interest in. Loosing track of time, it was 4 in the morning and we were still getting our fix. Roughly around an hour later, a nose bleed came, telling me it was time to