I could still remember that night vividly. My mum screaming at my father hysterically, and my father sitting on the floor of the bathroom, too stoned to understand what was going on. That was the last straw for my mother. The next thing I knew, she was running out of the door with a suitcase in hand, weeping uncontrollably. I remember looking at my father, from the small corner that I was hiding in, and all that time, he was in the bathroom, with a dreamy look on his face.
Till now, I had never forgiven my other for not bringing me along with her, leaving me to live with my good-for- nothing father. Ever since my mother left us, I had to live alone with my father. Life was hard as my father could not keep a Job for long with that drug habit of his. I had to work part- time as a waitress to help with the bills and also to keep the food on the table. Not surprisingly, I dropped out from school when I was fifteen, as I simply could not concentrate on my studies, being too tired after working late night-shifts to stay awake during lessons.
It was during my stint as a waitress at a restaurant when I met Jack, who was working as a waiter there too. I hit it off with him right away and began a relationship. It was him who was able to comfort me when I was unhappy. It was also him who gave me encouragement and support when I was in the lowest points of my life. However, it was also him who led me to drugs. I was apprehensive at first but Jack convinced me. Saying that It would make me feel great and forget my troubles. I was also curious about the substance that captured my father’s soul.
I had wished countless times for me to switch places with my father, s by then, it would be me sitting in that corner, oblivious to the world instead of worrying about earning a living. I could never forget the feeling I had after my first try during a rave held by one of lack’s friends. Jack gave me a couple of round white tablets, saying that It was ecstasy and told me to swallow them. I did as told and sat back, waiting for the effects to show. Not long after, I experienced a rush to the head. Seconds later a most unbelievable surge of energy and gentle warmth rushed through my body.
It was so brutally intense that all I could do for several minutes was inhale and let the breath mom out as one long howl of Indestructible Joy. I was overcome with euphoria and went mental all night dancing along to the loud music, watching other people moving to the beats. My troubles were momentarily forgotten and nothing seemed to matter anymore. It was simply great! My first positive experience with drugs led to more. Craved for it as it gave me a break from my lousy life. Eventually, Jack and I got tired of ecstasy and started to look for more powerful drugs.
We were Introduced to cocaine by some friends and we To me, there was nothing wrong with getting high on drugs as it seemed to be the est. way to escape from our troubles until… Jack died from a cocaine overdose. It happened on a Monday morning. Jack was found lying unconscious in a toilet cubicle of a nightclub that morning with traces of cocaine on the toilet seat lid. He was immediately rushed to a nearby hospital where doctors tried to revive him. He was pronounced dead a few hours later. I was told that a cocaine overdose which led to a heart attack caused his death. I was devastated by Jack’s death.
I never even got the chance to see him before he died. I remember seeing Jack lying in that wooden coffin during his funeral, looking fillies, like an extinguished flame of a burning candle. He looked so empty, kind of soulless and it scared me. It was heartbreaking to see him in that state. However, no matter how much I cried or pleaded with him to wake up, he did not even stir. He Just lay there, his eyes, full of emptiness. After his funeral, I thought about things that I had never thought before. I could not believe that Jack went Just like that. I never knew that drugs- which had helped me forget my troubles before, could kill.
I had always thought that there was nothing rang with taking drugs and that getting high on drugs was a great thing to do but now, I saw the negative side of drugs and was shocked by what it could do. I was angered that they took Jack, the only person who made my life meaningful, away. I began to see drugs as the culprits of Jack’s death. I hated the mere sight of them. I could not stand them nor could I forgive them for what they had done. Ever since, I have steered clear of drugs and had turned over a new leaf as I had no intention of ending up like Jack, neither did I want to have anything to do with Jack’s murderers…
