Chapter 1

I shake violently as the sweat trickled down my face I felt the urge to vomit I cringed in pain. I need my fix I need it now . I've been in rehab for a week now through a court order after getting arrested a couple weeks ago. My addiction had gotten worse I ended doing heroin and speed .Ma visited frequently to see how I was me and mo haven't spoke since they day he caught snorting up a line of cocaine. I looked out the window of my room it was snowing outside. Things are very slowly getting better its just been like a ball and chain around my ankle .

The monster that tears me apart addiction

I quickly got a sudden wave of nausea and ran to the bathroom vomiting violently I lean against the bathtub and wipe my mouth. The taste of bile was horrible and so was the withdrawal the shakes and sweats the stomach pains and the puking. It was one great trip like going to fucking Disney land. I itched for nicotine I slowly got up I was dizzy and I walked to my nightstand I traded some things and I got a lighter and 4 cigarettes.

I walked back into the bathroom and sat back down on the cold tile floor and puffed away on a 305 cheapest cigarette you could get.

I finished up my cigarette and flushed it down the toilet to hide the evidence. I Pulled out my cd player

And put in social distortion I could so relate to lyrics the singer wrote it was pretty cool.

Especially drug train it went like.

It'll take you as high as the heavens
It'll take you to the depths of hell
It'll make you friends, it'll take your friends
Who will never live to tell

Drug train, drug train

The train's first stop is pleasure,
The second stop is fun
But in a jail cell baby or a hospital bed
You'll need hope 'cuz you ain't got none

The train passes through the graveyard
May the loved ones rest in peace
For the last stop baby is a violent crash
And hard times they never cease

I smirked to myself and said that's the story of my life I lit up another cigarette . I watched the smoke get tangled up in ceiling fan and took another hit . There was a knock at my door it was the nurse she had to take me to the methadone clinic cause of the heroin habit I had formed. I walked down the hallway two other people joined there was Chris he was about 17 and a girl named Abby she was 19.

They came from broken homes like the most of the people in here.

It's the drugs that gave us the love our parents never gave. I mean Im just a junkie running dry.