What Do You Think of My New Book So Far?
Question by Syumi: What do you think of my new book so far?
September 1st
I was born “happy”, raised “happy”, and had a “happy” childhood. Everyday my mom talked she would always mention how “happy” I was and how much clothes and toys and friend I had. “Had”, that was so long ago, and “happy” was not long ago, and was not now. I was born in an upper class family. I had one sister, and two brothers. I was the second to the youngest. My mom said I was always happy; I always had a smile on. I would always bring a smile on everyone face. **** that smile on my face I would say in my head, when she brought it up. I felt isolated in my mind, and caged. I sat on the ground blowing smoke from my mouth, smudging the cigar on the wooden floor. The pills were scattered all over the floor. My parents went out so I had time. I popped one pill in my mouth swallowing it with no regret. Pulling the blade from my keychain I cut into my nude flesh I was dazed by the blood the blood oozing out. The feeling of hurting yourself may not feel so good to you; it may sound awkward to enjoy the pain you fulfill in your body. I…I love it the pain to me fills like getting high forever. Hurting myself is like touching an angel; it’s wonderful and outrageous, unrealistic, but amazing. I cut myself a few more times before I called a quit at least for the night. A red light passed through my room, as I looked out the window my mom, dad and sister stepped out of the car. I tossed the cigars into a rubber bag and put the pills back in the back of my closet, covering it with clothes. The door downstairs suddenly opened. I changed into different clothes to hide the smell of cigar.
“Nath can you come downstairs please?” My mom said breathing heavily. “Aye sure mom, ill be right there.” I responded tossing my scented clothes in the laundry basket. She suddenly came up, as I was pulling my hair back. “Ah.” I said; it was all I could think of.
September 1st
8:00
I’m just sitting down in my room eating dinner. I don’t eat with my “family” anymore. I can’t stand looking at their stupid faces. I think ill go to Monica house soon, or just go outside to snort some cocaine. But I will need some money of course. Time is going by slow, so is my life; I just want to end it already. A soft knock on my door flowed through my ear. “Nath?” My mom said softly behind the door. “Hmm?” I sighed. “Nath can you please open the door?” She said, as the door handle began rattling. “I don’t know mom. Can I?”I said lying on the floor. This distance conversation was how it always was between me and her. Even when together, it felt distance. I reckoned that’s how it would always be. I got a text from Monica a few minutes after my mom left.
September 1st.
Text Dialogue:
Monica: You commin over?
Me: Yes soon. Um you got drugs on you.
Monica: Im not sure, and even if I do im not going to give you any so f**** of.
Me: Ok I will im won’t come over, and I won’t text.
Monica: Oh my god im just playing calm down.
Me: I don’t want to calm down Moni, I won’t be calmed till’ I get drugs, cause during my drug use im high and calm.
Monica: fine…
Me: K im coming over right now babe, love you, cya soon.
Monica: You to xoxoxo
I know it feels to you that im using her, but truly there’s no one I rather be in the world but with her. But at the moment I will admit yes im using her, for drugs, but the love is all real. I quickly got dressed and went down to her block without saying a thing to my parents. I hope they worry about me and feel the pain I feel, to not be understood by anyone. Yet what’s there to understand? You’re just a normal teen boy, right? No, not even close, you’re at the time of all your life where a lot of doors open for you in the underworld, but the real wont know what the hell you’re doing. Simply, it’s just a time for teens to experience new things, pretty bad things.
September 1st Monica house.
I sat in Monica bed waiting for her to give me the drugs. She stepped in the room with a bag of crystal meth and meth pipe. My body suddenly was filled with pleasure and tension, but a good tension. I grabbed the drugs from her hand as she walked by; she sat next to me laying her head on my shoulder. Taking a deep breath I lit up the lighter and put it beneath the pipe so it would smoke. Inhaling the smoke I fell clumsily on the bed as my body began to feel numb, and unconscious. My eyes opened and shut in pleasure. The feeling of it was amazing every minute of it felt well. From it reaching my hand to it filing up my body with pain and stress. It soon felt like I was in a comma, the pleasure didn’t stay for long so I overdosed on it and took Roxy- oxycodones.
The feeling of my body swelling, the feeling is so unexplainable. It just feels amazing makes my life so much easier. It felt like was floating in the bright blue sky, pretty much dead not feeling anything but a world of silence and no more pain. Not having to face this world of strain that just keeps getting
, that’s killing my heavy brain, almost being hit by a train over and over. And no once even notices. Almost like being stabbed in your heart by yourself, because your mind doesn’t get along with your heart, and your heart doesn’t get along with you. Oh nooooooo your not dysfunctional with people your more dysfunctional with yourself then anything else.
“You ok sweetie.” Monica said rubbing my forehead. I nodded, yes. I held her tightly against me trying to feel her warm body compressed against mine. I would like to stay like this over…
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