A drug addict's story! [Made Up]
Remember this is made up.. We had to make a letter towards an Drug Addiction Association so i made this up!
Im Christina and this is my story!
Bob my drug dealer winked at me, i continued walking, he wolf whistled at me and called me sexy!, I went over to him, "Come upstairs" he said gently. I knew what he wanted, and my stomach churned, He pushed me violently down on the bed and took my clothes off, I shut my eyes to block the following scenes about to happen, His hands where all over me!
When he had finished having sex with me, he went into his bedside cupboard and threw a rock of crack, and some other drugs into the palm of my hand, i couldnt believe what i was doing! I felt ashamed. Very ASHAMED!
I was neally thirteen when i started smoking spliffs! It started with just a dare, then it turned into a laugh, But one dreadful day, a dealer handed me a little white rock! Was this crack ? I thought..
"Try this" He said, "It's good, it makes you CRAZY!" So i rolled into a joint. I had no idea what this was, but i seriously enjoyed it! I had no idea what crack was and that you could get hooked just after having a few hits!
Getting attatched!
Within six maybe less months i was smoking crack and taking drugs everyday. I started sagging school, and going to wild and i mean wild parties At crack houses where i'd need a SECRET password to get in the door. People would always be passed out on the floor, just knocked out! By the time i was 15 i was hooked, my habit was costing me 100 pounds a week. That's how i met Bob, quite a reasonable drug dealer, Who gave me drugs for free, i got close to his friend Falange who i knew for sure was a **********, She'd take me to high-street and awfully posh shops like Topshop and buy me little vests, lingerie, miniskirts and sparkly plastic jewellery, with the money she made, sometimes 400 pounds in one go. "Put this on" She'd say, "You'll look really sexy in it, trust me" I felt like a superstar, It was proper exciting. Whenever she went into hotels, motels, apartments to have it with men i'd wait for her outside.
I thought me and Falange were mates because we'd been hanging out alot together and she'd been buying me stuff and being nice,
But one day, totally out of the blue, Falange pushed me into a hotel bog and hissed to me "You cant keep getting your drugs for free, you've got to earn them, like me."
I was petrified of her now, She took me back to the house where Bob and his mate Craig were waiting! "It's easy" Said Bob. "Sleep with us and ill give you all the crack you need, in the world!"
I had it with Steve that night, its was a total nightmare, I wasnt a virgin, but it hurt so god damn much! He thrusted away on top of me as i lay on his bed in the dingy bedroom. I saw the crack pipe over his shoulder on the table and focused on that, telling myself "It'll be totally worth it in the end" Afterwards, i felt so awful i wanted to cry, but at the same time i knew i could have drugs whenever i wanted just like that, and they took the pain away. I've lost count of how often i slept with Bob and Craig, They usually wanted it at least ten times a day - i'd dread it.
"Soon i was taking 800 pound of crack a day, i needed it. Mum and Dad had been divorced years ago, Mum was disabled and i lived with Dadm who was alot more laid-back and outgoing about what i got up to! One day, Bob and Falange just disappeared out of the blue!, I still dont have an idea about what happened to them, but by then i was desperate for crack and other drugs. I'd sneak out at 3am in the morning and get three buses to get to the dealers and crack parties. I'd have panic attacks on the bus - id got hot and clammy, my legs would shake and feel painful. I'd think to myself "I have to get some drugs, theres nothing else left" I'd soon met another drug dealer, and i did it with him for drugs too. I had moments where i felt like the lowest thing on earth, sometimes i'd beg him to sleep with me just so i could get a hit! I was disgustingly thin, becoming anorexic in fact, i had open sores, around my mouth, and hands - but i thought i was the sexiest person alive! I was too drugged up to see what i was doing to myself!
The turning point came two years ago, Christmas Day in fact, i lied to Dad and said i was going to a party, but instead i went to my dealer instead, and took 500 pounds of crack, by Boxing day, it was vanished. I had that feeling of total complete emptiness still me, Im a total mess, i would think, what am i doing to myself ?
I called a drug rehab project that day, and this is where i am now, They told me i could get help to get my life back on that train track! We're going to get some help they'd say, I've not touched drugs for 2 years now, im lucky, i've got an amazing boyfriend who knows about my past and has suffered the same as me, and is really supportive to me. I had a lucky escape, and my mum and dad dont even know.
Thank you :P
This story is made up.
Took me 1hr and a half to type, tell me what you think.
