Why I would take drugs…Shayna DSouza

Life’s good…I have a zillion friends….I’m topping…at studies…..at sports..

One of my zillion friends call for a party…her pup has turned two.

I land up late..armed with an expensive ribbon decorated doggy bone….do pups chew bones…do theirs come in smaller sizes…I put my nagging doubts aside and put on my brightest smile.

The party…it’s a home one. My parents would never let me go to a club..or a pub.

Her parents are sweet..they have let her have her house to herself…..and her zillion friends…

When I arrive…the music is blaring….Softy the pup nowhere to be seen. Who names a pup Sofy anyways.

They’re all jumping, yelling, drinking…and having the time of their lives.

Why I wonder…I’m feeling out of place..my zillion friends don’t seem to notice me.

There she comes…..Zeena, proud owner of the two year old puppy…a million dollar smile and a big warm hug…making me feel special…

Welcome, she says, come join in…I join in the dancing, but I’m feeling slightly out of place. My so called friends are in a world of their own.

Would you like some, she says with a wink. Just a little she says. you’ll feel great..no one will know.

I’m feeling alone,lonely in the crowd. I take the tiny pill and wash them down with coke.

I’m fine…. absolutely fine. I join in in the dancing…just to be part of the celebration. and then it starts..the lights they swim around…I feel on top of the world..I forget the assignment I have to submit tomorrow..the fight elections th my boyfriend…getting the wrong sized bone for softy…..all my worries, they have disappeared…

I spin in ecstasy, glitter and stardust filling my lungs. i breathe out hazy clouds. a cosmic beauty maybe? or the euphoria of the substances. alcohol, nicotine, heroin all of it consuming me slowly. feel soo free and happy. feel like a human instead of a dead corpse. I’ve never felt this beautiful before…

I’m lying down on the floor
Someone picks me up, washes my face n drops me home.

My mom is concerned about the late hour…I give her a hug…and bolt to my room…I’m safe for now.

Next party…it’s too tempting…I succumb…

Were bunking school to the seashore
We change our clothes in the mall and hit the waves….it’s a wonderful feeling…the drugs playing with my brain…taking all the pain…the amazing feeling that all is well in my world. Attendance was taken in the first period…so our parents may never know…it’s a very large school.

The thrill of sneaking out and having fun is exhilarating…but now I’m starting to feel exhausted…my brain fuzzy at class. My grades are dripping. My appetite gone. My parents start to notice.

I yell out for help. I’m giddy. They rush in…reviving me with lemonade,,always at my side…they hug me and tell me everything will be all right.

My mom asks me if I’d like to share. I breakdown and tell her.

The best thing I ever did…..She is so strong, even through her tears…

I feel a sense of remorse mingled with relief….she will get me through…

Well I dont do drugs….never would….

The only thing those highs do
Is to plunge you into despair
You…..and your loved ones.

Shayna

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