I sneak into the white lenomion floored bathroom, go into the furthest stall, and shut the door tightly behind me. I slide the lock, put the toilet cover down, and sit down. I pull my legs tightly close to me, so no one can see my feet. Next I pull my small zip lock bag full of fine white powder out of my bag. Before I know it I’m blacking out. All I can do now is hope that no one comes looking for me during 2nd hour.
My hands are still a little shaky as I tightly hold onto my lunch tray. I do not want to accidentally drop it, then all eyes in the lunchroom would be on me. I definitely don’t want that to happen, because then someone would notice, figure out my secret. Word would get around, and my life would be finished. I try to straighten out my crooked walking. My legs are still trembling as I finish the last couple feet to get to my usual table. All of my friends are there waiting for me. My mind is muddled …show more content…
There was a time where I was actually happy. I was a “social butterfly” as some people would call it. I wouldn’t stop talking, now I never talk. No one even realizes what's actually going on. I have the sweetest memories of going to the mall with my friends for hours, laughing and shopping. Never wanting the day to end. Watching movies with my family every saturday night. Opening presents under the tree. Drinking hot chocolate by the fire. Nothing was ever the same after mom died. It was so unexpected, a car crash. Of course. I spent weeks crying to my father, who just shut me out. Would stare at me with a blank expression. I would beg him to help, to comfort me. He never snapped out of it, even to this day. A year later. My friends never understood my pain, so I shut them out to. I don’t think they realized it though, anytime I make a mistake they overlook it. I became depressed. I had no one left, so I turned to the only thing I did have. Drugs. No one knows about it. No one. I’m hoping no one ever will. I don’t need
My hands are still a little shaky as I tightly hold onto my lunch tray. I do not want to accidentally drop it, then all eyes in the lunchroom would be on me. I definitely don’t want that to happen, because then someone would notice, figure out my secret. Word would get around, and my life would be finished. I try to straighten out my crooked walking. My legs are still trembling as I finish the last couple feet to get to my usual table. All of my friends are there waiting for me. My mind is muddled …show more content…
There was a time where I was actually happy. I was a “social butterfly” as some people would call it. I wouldn’t stop talking, now I never talk. No one even realizes what's actually going on. I have the sweetest memories of going to the mall with my friends for hours, laughing and shopping. Never wanting the day to end. Watching movies with my family every saturday night. Opening presents under the tree. Drinking hot chocolate by the fire. Nothing was ever the same after mom died. It was so unexpected, a car crash. Of course. I spent weeks crying to my father, who just shut me out. Would stare at me with a blank expression. I would beg him to help, to comfort me. He never snapped out of it, even to this day. A year later. My friends never understood my pain, so I shut them out to. I don’t think they realized it though, anytime I make a mistake they overlook it. I became depressed. I had no one left, so I turned to the only thing I did have. Drugs. No one knows about it. No one. I’m hoping no one ever will. I don’t need