The rain drummed softly on the window-pane. I sat beside the window looking at the outside world, wet, cold, and gray. I felt hopeless, as I shoved my hand in my pants pocket. I was looking for another pill.
I didn't find a pill, but I found a baggy with chopped up meth inside. I dug next to me in my box of crap, and found some foil. As I found a piece that was already folded and flat, I poured the meth on top.
I shoved my hand into my pocket and found a dollar bill. I rolled it tight. I began snorting for the fifth time today. Usually I do about three or four, but today was special.
Today is my birthday, so why not celebrate. I remember the first time I did drugs. I smoked weed at a party, when I was 13. I kept with the weed up until, about four months ago.
I was at a Frat-Party, when someone gave me Ecstasy. I have only done 'E' once. I didn't like it. Then about 2 months ago I found my recent addiction, Meth.
Up until this day, I buy and sell. I am Jack Warren. I am the main seller on these streets. I run this town.
Author's Note
First chapter :)
This story is going to be about how addiction is bad, especially drug and alcohol addiction. Drugs are bad! I hope this story inspires at least one person who reads it.
Love and Stuff,
Leilani<3
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The Mystery Man
Non-FictionJack Warren is a nobody. He is 23 years old, and has nothing. Due to his recent alcohol and drug addiction, he lost his family, friends, education, and home. He didn't think it would be like that. He thought that if he did drugs, it will get him out...
