Drug Addiction Stories & Info

The ones in my arms won’t work anymore, so I’ve had to find other veins that will accept what I have to give.  Gone are the thoughts of making that call tomorrow, but instead, the only thing I can focus on is chasing that high, that rush of complete euphoria that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

It’s crazy, one minute I am miserable, ashamed and even thinking about how being dead would be better than living this life, but the next all I can think of is where I’m going to get my next fix and what I’m going to have to do to score when I don’t have any money.

I always said that I wasn’t like my ‘friends’ because unlike them, I had a job.  The operative word there is had. I came in too late one too many times, and they decided to let me go.   My boss even made the suggestion that maybe if I could get my life in order that I could work for the company again, but all that did was infuriate me.  After all, she doesn’t know me, so what gives her the right to pass judgment on me?

Now that I don’t have a job, I have to rely on different ways to get the cash for my next fix.   I’ve actually stolen a few things from a local department store and then returned it for cash.  That’s one of the milder things I’ve done.  I’ve done a lot that I’m not proud of, but a girl’s got to do what she can to get high, even if it means selling my soul to the devil himself, which I’ve done on more than one occasion.

It’s cold out here, and I am getting anxious.   It’s now pushing 4 in the morning and I still don’t have my fix.  He promised to meet me at our usual spot, but he isn’t here.  Guess that means I’ve got to go searching for him, or someone who can help me.  I fail to notice that the ground is icing over, or that it has started to snow.  Nor do I hear the sound of gunshots or sirens.  My purpose is clear and nothing else matters.

As I wander along the darkened streets, I see someone approaching.  I would know that limp anywhere, so I know it has to be him.   Within moments he approaches me, and all I can ask him is if he has it.   He assures me that he does, but before he’s willing to give me what I crave, I must first satisfy his urges.