I just researched methamphetamines for Health class. After I turned in my
paper, I thought to myself: this would be a good drug to use in a fanfic.
It's hard to detect a meth user, unless, of course, they're running a lab.
So I had to ask myself a few questions, to get a character to use. 1. Who
has the income? 2. Who could easily hide their usage? (i.e.: private
room) 3. Who has the motivation?
In the end it came down to two characters (I'll bet you know who): Scott
Summers and Jean Grey. As we all know I like Scott much better than Jean;
Scott also fulfills all three of the qualifications. However, there must
be something going on in Jean's head that causes her to hide all the
angstiness that comes out randomly. Also anyone who repeatedly cheats on
the so-called 'love of their life' has some buried issues. So, here we go,
I'm gonna' attempt to write a fic that doesn't bash Jean completely.
I've done a lot of research on this, and I also have some personal
experience (not myself as the user, obviously) with this drug. However, if
you catch something that you know is wrong, then please tell me. I want to
portray methamphetamines and their users correctly.... For those of you who
know anything about meth, I'm not going to have her reach the point where
she tweaks, because with her powers that would be far too dangerous- and I
don't want to have to seriously maim (or, for that matter, kill off) any
characters.
Names I'll use for Meth: ice, speed, glass, crystal (there are more, (such
as crank, which is where I got the title) but these are the main ones)
And, as far as time frame, I think that it's at after mutants have been
exposed, but before Jean and Scott graduate- or hook up.... I'm gonna' have
Jean still be in the 'popular' crowd b/c that works with this story---
thanks Sevish for the party idea :-)
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It started all so innocently, but then, so does everything. There are still times when I ask myself how a girl like the one I was became a girl like me. Sure, outwardly there are no changes, if anything my performance has improved. No one can connect the dots- not even the Professor. Of course, no one knew before either.
No one knew about all the pressure put on me. No one understood how hard it is to be perfect all the time. No one else knows what it's like to never be able to do enough to satisfy everyone. It's impossible to be everything to everybody, but that's what I am. That's what I have to be. Eventually that builds up, and no one can handle that.
I first tried ice at Duncan's party. I had never done any drugs. Not once. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke; I was completely clean. I didn't know it was meth- I thought it was just pot... well it wasn't. Duncan said that this stuff had really helped him do well in school. I knew that Duncan's grades had improved a lot recently- so I figured why not. (A/N: btw, pot couldn't do that. In fact it decreases the ability to memorize and stuff, but, oh well Jean doesn't have any drug knowledge) I took a puff and felt... nothing. I didn't say anything, just sat back and watched the other people in the room inhale some too. No one looked affected. We sat there in silence for a few minutes (A/N: shooting up is the only way to get an immediate high w/methamphetamines) and then it hit me. It was like I had ever felt before. Everything intensified- but in a good way, I felt great. This huge burden had been taken off my shoulders, the world sped up, and I went right along with it. It was the greatest release in the world, made better by the fact that when I got home the energy stayed. It didn't stop, I was able to keep right on going. I eventually crashed the next day after the Danger Room Session. When I woke up all I knew was that I wanted more. I wanted more of this magic drug that allowed me to do anything.
When I saw Duncan that day I immediately asked him for some of the stuff that had been at his party that Saturday. He laughed and said that there was only person in the school who dealt meth- I was shocked. "That was meth?"
Duncan grinned, "it's great, isn't it?"
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That afternoon after school I found the sophomore Duncan had told me to find. It took some talking to get him to admit that he had some- he couldn't believe that I was actually coming to buy some- not to rat him out. Eventually I was able to get a white powdery substance off of him. I didn't want to admit that I had no idea what to do with the crystalline powder, so I paid him and went back to the Institute.
I went quickly to my room and locked the door. I pulled out the little bag, and set it on my desk. I stared at it, hoping for it to magically reveal how I was supposed to take it. Then it struck me- I could snort it. For a moment I was disgusted at the thought of doing something so extreme, but I remembered the amazing feeling I had had on Saturday night, and made up my mind.
I went down to the kitchen and grabbed a straw. I grabbed a compact (mirror) from my bureau and checked to make sure my door was locked. I carefully poured the contents of the bag in a neat line onto the mirror. Then I took a deep breath, grabbed the straw and snorted. It hurt a little, and to make matters worse, I didn't even get the high I was expected. I frowned and sat back in my chair, staring hatefully at the small package of crystals that had cost so much.
This time when it hit me it was even better then before. I grinned and tried to sit and savor it a moment, but found I couldn't. I checked my watch- time for one of Logan's sessions. I was strangely happy about this, I suited up quickly, snorted another line, and then carefully hid all the evidence of my new hobby.
The session was easier than any in my remembrance. I moved quickly and I was completely alert, my brain was going about a mile a minute so I was able to easily assess the situation and act in an instant- far ahead of everyone else. It was hard to believe that I had lived this long without meth. How could I possibly have survived without this rush?
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Sorry that this was so short, but it was mainly just an introductory chapter. I'm basically just trying to show some of the lesser, immediate affects of methamphetamines, and introduce people to the idea of Jean being a user. Also, I would like to say that the odds of someone going straight to methamphetamines as their first drug are beyond low. People (almost) always use other drugs before using methamphetamines (generally cocaine). However, I haven't (and don't want to) research these other drugs, also, I want to get straight to Jean playing with a dangerous drug—and methamphetamines are one of the most dangerous ones out there, and not just for the user, but for everyone around them as well- don't do methamphetamines! Most other drugs only hurt your own body, however meth labs are dangerous, and their users are the hardest for police to apprehend due to their volatile condition. Do whatever the hell you want to your own body, but meth messes with others too.
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It started all so innocently, but then, so does everything. There are still times when I ask myself how a girl like the one I was became a girl like me. Sure, outwardly there are no changes, if anything my performance has improved. No one can connect the dots- not even the Professor. Of course, no one knew before either.
No one knew about all the pressure put on me. No one understood how hard it is to be perfect all the time. No one else knows what it's like to never be able to do enough to satisfy everyone. It's impossible to be everything to everybody, but that's what I am. That's what I have to be. Eventually that builds up, and no one can handle that.
I first tried ice at Duncan's party. I had never done any drugs. Not once. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke; I was completely clean. I didn't know it was meth- I thought it was just pot... well it wasn't. Duncan said that this stuff had really helped him do well in school. I knew that Duncan's grades had improved a lot recently- so I figured why not. (A/N: btw, pot couldn't do that. In fact it decreases the ability to memorize and stuff, but, oh well Jean doesn't have any drug knowledge) I took a puff and felt... nothing. I didn't say anything, just sat back and watched the other people in the room inhale some too. No one looked affected. We sat there in silence for a few minutes (A/N: shooting up is the only way to get an immediate high w/methamphetamines) and then it hit me. It was like I had ever felt before. Everything intensified- but in a good way, I felt great. This huge burden had been taken off my shoulders, the world sped up, and I went right along with it. It was the greatest release in the world, made better by the fact that when I got home the energy stayed. It didn't stop, I was able to keep right on going. I eventually crashed the next day after the Danger Room Session. When I woke up all I knew was that I wanted more. I wanted more of this magic drug that allowed me to do anything.
When I saw Duncan that day I immediately asked him for some of the stuff that had been at his party that Saturday. He laughed and said that there was only person in the school who dealt meth- I was shocked. "That was meth?"
Duncan grinned, "it's great, isn't it?"
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That afternoon after school I found the sophomore Duncan had told me to find. It took some talking to get him to admit that he had some- he couldn't believe that I was actually coming to buy some- not to rat him out. Eventually I was able to get a white powdery substance off of him. I didn't want to admit that I had no idea what to do with the crystalline powder, so I paid him and went back to the Institute.
I went quickly to my room and locked the door. I pulled out the little bag, and set it on my desk. I stared at it, hoping for it to magically reveal how I was supposed to take it. Then it struck me- I could snort it. For a moment I was disgusted at the thought of doing something so extreme, but I remembered the amazing feeling I had had on Saturday night, and made up my mind.
I went down to the kitchen and grabbed a straw. I grabbed a compact (mirror) from my bureau and checked to make sure my door was locked. I carefully poured the contents of the bag in a neat line onto the mirror. Then I took a deep breath, grabbed the straw and snorted. It hurt a little, and to make matters worse, I didn't even get the high I was expected. I frowned and sat back in my chair, staring hatefully at the small package of crystals that had cost so much.
This time when it hit me it was even better then before. I grinned and tried to sit and savor it a moment, but found I couldn't. I checked my watch- time for one of Logan's sessions. I was strangely happy about this, I suited up quickly, snorted another line, and then carefully hid all the evidence of my new hobby.
The session was easier than any in my remembrance. I moved quickly and I was completely alert, my brain was going about a mile a minute so I was able to easily assess the situation and act in an instant- far ahead of everyone else. It was hard to believe that I had lived this long without meth. How could I possibly have survived without this rush?
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Sorry that this was so short, but it was mainly just an introductory chapter. I'm basically just trying to show some of the lesser, immediate affects of methamphetamines, and introduce people to the idea of Jean being a user. Also, I would like to say that the odds of someone going straight to methamphetamines as their first drug are beyond low. People (almost) always use other drugs before using methamphetamines (generally cocaine). However, I haven't (and don't want to) research these other drugs, also, I want to get straight to Jean playing with a dangerous drug—and methamphetamines are one of the most dangerous ones out there, and not just for the user, but for everyone around them as well- don't do methamphetamines! Most other drugs only hurt your own body, however meth labs are dangerous, and their users are the hardest for police to apprehend due to their volatile condition. Do whatever the hell you want to your own body, but meth messes with others too.