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Heroin Story
Neil Green

It happened last Friday night, I had been such a fool to believe that the overwhelming power of addiction wouldn’t get its grasp on me, but I was wrong dead wrong and it cost me hours of pain and sorrow.
My story begins during a normal day of school on Thursday. Chad was having a huge party the next night and was inviting everyone from school. He stood in the hall at recess, stopping all the grade eights and nine’s, telling them how great his party was going to be. He persuaded them by saying that anyone who didn’t show up would be an outcast and shunned in school, a loser.
Two of my friends where going to the party, Ryan and Karem. I told them I didn’t want to go but that wasn’t good enough for them. I finally gave in and told them that I would meet them at Ryan’s house and we would walk from there to Chad’s party. The rest of the day went on as normal.
The next day school went fast; the time didn’t seem to drag on as usual. It seemed like we had only been there a half of an hour when the bell to go home was ringing. I went home and got ready for the party.
The time finally came where I was to go and meet the guys. I was running later due to having to wait for my mom to call and tell me when she would be back from her business meeting that night. I left my house in a hurry and ran down the street; it took me no more then five minutes to reach Ryan’s house. They were already outside and it seemed I caught them at the perfect timing.
We headed to the party and made it there a few minutes late, nothing big. We got in and there was already a massive amount of people there, at least over forty people in the house and outside on the back deck.
We didn’t do much while we were there; we basically just sat around and watched the hockey game that was going on in the background.
Later on in the night a few hours after we arrived, a lot of people had gone down to the basement to dance. We just stayed up in the living room with a couple of people and talked. We talked about a lot of things and ten finally a kid named Phi spoke out.
He asked if anyone had ever taken Heroin, if anyone had ever felt the rush of it. He told everyone about how good it was for you and completely harmless, he lied through his teeth but almost all of us still bought his act, I did for the most part.
He had told us that if we just tried it, he would give us a free small baggy of it. Ryan and I though that it was a great deal, a free little baggy of it wouldn’t do much harm to us, well that’s what we thought. We figured that we would just inject ourselves with some, get a rush and have some fun, and then it would be over. Karem wouldn’t do it so he went downstairs and left us up there with Phi.
Phi took a small needle out of his bag and it was filled with a whitish brown powder. He passed it to Ryan and told him to inject it into a vein on his arm; he even showed him how to get the vein to pop out with a piece of rubber band.
Ryan got it in then pushed down on the top of the needle, injecting half of the white powder into him. I asked him how he felt and he replied with something he would usually say. It seemed harmless so I took it, did what Ryan did and injected the rest into me. By this time Ryan was laying hard against the back of the couch, sweating. He was breathing heavily and I started to get a little worried.
I started then to feel a pain in my chest, a burning pain. I fell off the couch and gripped my chest; Phi jumped over to me and looked down, nudging me with his foot. He told me it was okay and that many people feel that way when trying it for the first time. He nudged me again and something happened that I would normally never do, I grabbed his feet and pulled them out from under him, making him fall back. He hit a table and fell unconscious.
Chad heard a loud thud from upstairs and made ran up stairs, he made his way into the living room and saw me lying on the floor next to Phi, and Ryan sitting in the chair. He grabbed the telephone and dialed 911. I heard him talking for a few seconds and then I blanked out, the pain was intense and I couldn’t take it.
I awoke hour later in a hospital bed. I was very weak. The door to the room opened and in walked a man in a white over coat, I recognized him as a doctor. He came over to me with a clipboard and looked down. He told me all about what I had done and what had happened to me. He also told me Ryan had died. He had died a few seconds before I paced out; he had a massive cardiac arrest. But the worst news was yet to come, he then told me that the needle that Ryan and I used tested positive for Aids, couldn’t believe my ears; he was telling me that the needle had given me Aids.
He left the room and told me to get some rest, but I couldn’t, not after hearing that I had fatal dieses that would end my life short. I lay on my bed and sobbed for awhile until I eventually fell asleep.
I was released from the hospital two days later, and I still felt sick, bud t now that I had gone through the pain and suffering from it I was intent on getting a message out to other kids to try and get them to stay away from drugs at any costs.
Now here I am writing this story to you all, hoping you learned something from it. Just look how a simple party I went too escalated into something so much more. Please be aware of the facts before you do something moronic as I did, it could cost you your life.