Disclaimer: I do not own Bella. Stephanie Meyer does.
Valentines Day
The rain beat upon my battered, makeshift house as the thunder roared loudly and lightning streaked across the dark sky. I pulled the worn out blanket more tightly around me desperate for warmth. It was Valentine's Day and today marked the day I met my true love, my only love, Heroin. I met my love about two years ago on Valentines Day. I woke with the sunshine that day as fresh as a daisy and quickly got ready. After having breakfast, I drove to the mall to meet a couple of my friends from school. We met up at the food court and after shopping around a bit, Jessica, My best friend, announced that she had someone she wanted us to meet. I was a little reluctant to go but after a bit of persuasion I thought,
"What could possibly go wrong?" and went. We met James in an old diner. It was dilapidated and smelt of marijuana, sweat and waste. He called us into the store room where he kept his merchandise. Jessica bought some and out of curiosity I asked to try. James laughed showing his crooked yellowing teeth and then injected me.
I was flying alright. The sweet sensation swept me off my feet and brought me to Never Land. I was a lion brave and strong. I was a kite free and careless. I never wanted it to end but very slowly I began climbing down the ladder to reality.
"No!" I screamed, "I don't want to stop" and with that conclusion, I made my first purchase of Heroin. In one day I got high around ten times to avoid crashing but that night I did crash, and hard. The next morning I woke up craving heroin, wanting to feel high again, wanting to be on cloud number nine. I needed heroin and I was going to get it at any cost. I had exhausted my Christmas stash so all I had left was twenty dollars, not enough. As quiet as a mouse, I crept into my mother's room and searched under the dresser until I found the old shoe containing money. I took all of it and went to make my purchase. My condition worsened to the point where I couldn't get through a day without heroin. It had become my everything.
My mother kicked me out of the house after finding out about my little 'hobby'. I soon turned to other methods of getting heroin and my life was ruined. Now every valentine's Day, I don't get cards, flower or candy just the love of my life, Heroin.