so Ive been shooting dope for about 4 months or so. got busted now what.
let me give you the back story.
Ive been doing drugs off & on forever.
started smoking weed at 9 was blowing coke, pills doing meth & shit by 13.
Ive always had trouble with drugs, I come from a small dieing town in northeast Ohio.
doing drugs is what we do.
I’m the middle child of 5, parents never really care. had lots of problems & fucked up things happen to me growing up. I guess Ive always tried to numb everything by turning to drugs or self harm but it always seem that when shit got hard I could sober up on my own. Meth addiction Kicked it. Pills, Coke other shit, Kicked it on my own. No one really knew I was a addict until I started voicing it.
& I’m not talking some did a couple zanna every so often like a lot of kids in high school I’m talking hardcore shit.
Well the last several months have been hard. like real fucking hard I didn’t have anyone to talk to about what was happening & I was starting to stress out. now normal when I get super stressed I self harm Always have & always will its just something fucked up about me.
But I was worried someone would find out I was doing it again & get all up in my business.
So I didn’t, I thought about it for a while but just suppressed my rage.
Well I broke up with my boyfriend & moved back home with my mom. about a week after I moved I ended up meeting up with a friend “Blank” that had been working outta town for a few months who i had not seen in a while because my boyfriend wouldn’t let me.
"Blank" had just got kicked out of his place & need somewhere to go so my mom let him stay at my house until he could find a place because he was sleeping in is car. Mind you its dead winter in northeast Ohio. its cold as fuck, my mom wanted to help him out. we had been friends for years. my whole family loved him.
well we got to talking the one day after work about all the fucked up shit that had gone down. old habits plans for the future catching up when he told me he’d been shooting up for a while but had been sober about 4 months. we talked about getting high what past addicts. I’d been sober about a year after kicking a year long meth addiction.
Id blown dope before but never shot it up.
we both work 3rd shift him at a factory & I was a waitress at a 24/7 restaurant.
the one morning he picked me up from work & we wanted to smoke but I was outta bud & no pot dealer is up at 7am. I made a joke about getting some dope.
dude asked if I knew where to get some. I had the hook up & figured what the hell Ive earned the money I could use a good high. 30 minutes later I’m sitting at my dealers house dope in hand. I’m a diabetic, used to take insulin so I went to the local CVS walked right in & got my needles & a bottle of water. “Blank” & I sat in the giant eagle parking lot to cook up are shit.
Ive done a lot of drugs before but the moment that boy put that needle in my arm I was on cloud 9. the best way to describe the feeling of dope is if you’ve ever been put under to get surgery & love the floating cloudy numb high you get as your fighting the buzz to stay awake just a little longer to enjoy it, you would love the shit outta dope. The flush that ran through me was like no other I didn’t care where I was, didn’t care about what was happening in my life. I was only in that moment that moment that seemed to last forever. At the single moment I was hooked.
We had said it was only a one time thing, but after that day the addict in me came flying back at full speed. We said only today, well I have the money so why not tomorrow too. we’re not hurting anyone who cares if its fucked we’re high we sure don’t. then it because a everyday thing. Get off work score some dope, shoot said dope lay around high floating in nothing sleeping for a few hours then back to work & home again to repeat it the next morning.
We knew what we had gotten are self’s in. take a day or two from it, dope sick. If you have never been dope sick imagine getting hit by a bus, having the flu & dieing all at one time. Its not a walk in the park. You cant think, eat function nothing. You toss & turn all day trying to sleep. Your whole body aches. You literally want to die than have to deal with withdrawal.
So what happen. we muster up enough strength to head to my dude & then it starts all over.
After awhile I guess my family started to figure something was up.
One day my friend & I are trying to meet up with dude to get the hook up. its about 5 in the evening & Im sitting at burger king waiting to get the call when my cell rings. Its my mom, she said “i gotta talk to you when you come home, so try & be here soon” I’m like yeah I’m trying to get some weed so it might be awhile. I couldn’t tell oh sorry the dope man running late & she smokes weed let me some as a teenage so I know It was a no questions asked excuse. we hang up & i keep waiting about 15 minutes later she calls saying my dad needs to talk to me. thats when I worry. My dad & I have never gotten along for as long as I can remember. He treated me like shit growing up but was nice to my younger siblings & my older half siblings so why the fuck would he have anything to say to me. I’m like what the fuck is going on just tell me but she said no not until I get back to the house so I hang up. just then the dope man calls so I go a re-up & start heading home. My friend kept asking “do you think they found are riggs” It never crossed my mine. I kept my shit in an old shoe box under a table in my bedroom, where nobody ever goes. Well we get back & walk in my room in the basement & there in the middle of the floor is my box wide open shit hanging outta it. I told my friend to pack his shit I’ll be back after I talk to my parents. I go to the sun porch where they smoke at. the next 45 mintues are kinda a blurr. I remember mom my saying something about finding my shit, my dad asking what was on the spoon. like dude your 54 you know what the fucks on the spoon. they ask how long I say a few months they try to blame my friend, not the case I ask them why they care now, they never cared in the past when Id come home fucked up so what changed. after threats to call the cops, put me in rehab my mom says to my dad go toss “blank” the fuck out. my dad takes off to the basement screaming get the fuck out look what you did I’m gonna call the cops you know the whole routine. “blank” just keeps saying sorry man I know I’m leaving mean while my parenting all sorts of shit that I really don’t remember at this point, my world is spinning so fast I’m screaming for it to all stop for them to let me go to let me leave but they keep at it screaming threatening to beat “blanks” ass & all that jazz. i just freaked I punched a bunch of wholes in the wall are screamed as loud as I could, I was so over it all I just wanted to leave. I sorta remember “blank” telling me to calm down it was gonna be okay. I tell him to leave that I’ll call him in a few to pick me up & my parents are like oh no she wont mind you I’m 22 years old not 15 the couldn’t keep me there. I cry & cry & cry I couldn’t stop myself I was trapped after convincing them I need some space & that Id be back I left. I called “blank” to pick me up & started walking to the meet up spot. I called my sister who knew what was going on to ask if i could stay at her house. she did drugs too she knew how the game worked so “blank” picked me up & we went there. that was a Thursday, I called off work because i mean who wants to work after that shit goes down ya know? That whole weekend was filled with drugs I spent over $300 dollars that weekend I didn’t care what was going to happen to me. I need to be floating, numb. I cried & scream about why now they (being my family) had to act like they care.
"blank" was there cuddling with me, he had been sleeping in my bed for about a month for cuddling wasn’t weird to us. He was my best friend we did shit like that. If "blank" had not been at my side through all this i wouldn’t be here typing it all out that’s for sure. He was my rock, he kept me safe, if anyone fucked with me he would deal with them. he would kiss my face & tell me he loved me when I was sick from shooting to much. we talked about getting sober, together.
After about 2 days he go dope sick as shit. I remember laying in bed with him & him begging me to kill him. that he hurt so bad. it was terrible I hate see him so sick & being able to do nothing so we shot up again. just to keep the sickness away.
everyone thought we had stopped but secretly it was still happening.
after about a week I went home & he went back to sleeping in his car until he was able to sleep at his moms house.
One day we had made plans to meet up & party. at about 9 in the morning I talked to him & said Id call when I got the shit. so around 12pm I texted no reply 4pm called twice no reply. I figured fuck it he passed out then called another friend to run me to my dude to pick up. shortly after getting off the phone with her. “blank” calls me. I ask “ay man what you up to” now never in my mine did I think the reply would be “just got outta the hospital I OD’D.” my heart stopped in my fucking chest. he told me he had gotten some fire & had been shooting up nonstop since I talked to him at 9. now the addict in me was like wtf you’ve been shooting without me! fucked up i know. But I deeply care for “blank” & i was upset this was happening. I started thinking about how it was all my fault & how a lot of my friends had died, that he could have been next & it was all my fault if i never said anything about dope months ago he wouldn’t have been in the hospital. It was all my fault, everything. I cant just drag myself down I have to take others with me because I’m so fucked up I want someone to be fucked up with me. & to drag “blank” down. who is probably the only person I really ever cared about. It made me sick. he has a two year old daughter how would she have felt if we died & she had to be told her daddys gone. if i would have gotten the call from his mother saying he gone my world would have fallen to piece. I would have ending my own like it would have only seemed fair. I wanted to ruin myself.
when I met up with him a hour later he looked different, he looked lost, scared, sick, blank. when i reached out to hug him he was shaking & held on to me longer then he ever had. my heart was breaking for what I did. for what I caused I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. he made his own bed but I feel like i made him sleep in it. for the next few day my brain was spinning I couldn’t tell anyone because they all thought I was clean.
a few days after it went down I had a nightmare that he OD’D again & i woke up in a panic. I had to call him to know he was okay. I called him, its seems like the phone rang forever then he picked up “ay yo whats up” my fucking heart dropped to my vagina. I was so happy to hear his voice. I was so worried I’d never hear him again. that later that day I would have gotten the call “blanks” dead. I’m crying now sitting here right it because it breaks my heart to think about.
I rolled a joint & he came & picked me up. It was a cold day but it was sunny & there wasn’t a lot of snow on the ground so we when to the river & talked for a few hours.
He told me he plans to go to rehab, I ask do you think you need it.
I know he needs it but I’m not ready to be sober again & rehab teaches you to distance yourself from bad influences or people you party with. If he went to rehab I lose my best friend & after he got sober he wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I know it. why hang out with the junkie, nothing special about her she just sits around & shoots up dope.
I want to discourage him, tell him its stupid, not to go. you cant do all the fun things in rehab that you can do in the real.
I know its fucked up & wrong on many levels to think that way. to ask someone to be a user because I cant cope without them. but I mean from day one of our friendship we have been together everyday. I needed him in my life & everything was about to be ripped away from me.
I don’t know what to do anymore
I want to get sober but I cant see it happening anytime soon.
I love the high when the needle in my vein love the rush. I love drugs & i know I’ll chose them over anything else.
I need help but who do I ask my family thinks I’m sober. my other friends don’t know I was ever on dope.
my life is falling apart. everything happen so fast i didn’t have time to brace myself & the impact was so hard I never caught my breath
I want to slit my wrists, so I can end all this pain. it would be so beautiful watching the blood pour from me but maybe not as beautiful as the swirl of my blood as it mixes with dope when I pull back.
I don’t know, I’m lost in the dark.
I need to cut my hair or it needs to grow overnight. This shit looks cray right now. You know that weird stage when you short hair grows out to a crazy wild beast & you can’t do a thing about it, yeah that’s my life right now >.> I feel like I look like a wild shifty hobo. The quest for long hair seems to be a fail because I’m about to freak out & cut it again. #wildthing #badhairdays