The Needle

This is about a young man. Who drugs has took over every part if him. Till one night chasing the high Had a price.

As he sat in the dark room, the smell of mold and moth balls feels his nostrils.
He has tried so many times to run from the demon that feeds, on his soul.
No matter how hard he runs he can not escape it.
His chest tightness
As he looks down at the table. At
The three tools, that are destroying him.
His palms being to moisten with sweat.
dread and regret start to crush him.
He is forever,
Inside trapped, imprisoned by the tools.
The snakes all along his arm tell his story.
The need to feed is now unbearable, to ignore.
He reaches for the tools.
As he ignites the lighter ,the spoon begun to blacken.
The brown liquid becomes hot. The air feels with the smell.
As blood flows back into the needle.
His heart starts to speed up, palms sweaty.
His stomach is doing back flips.
He pushes the liquid into the vein.
His heart began to race
His pupils dilate
His body becomes numb.
Regret,shame,pain, and hate rushes into his mind.
The rush he is chasing, is never the same.
As the needle drops to the floor
A s blood starts to pour out of his Nose
His body became stiff and cold.
The rush was now gone.
Forever gone.........

Reviews

[MightyMouse]

Wow, that was wonderful. You definitely are talented.

[Courtney]

This inspired emotions in me. For one thing, I have PTSD and I can relate to the need to escape from yourself. The ending was unexpected and it made it that much more emotional. I really enjoyed this.

[Brandon Wile]

Addiction. Pain. Loss

Powerful Poignant and Vivid with some disturbing imagery.. disturbing in the sense
that is the reality of many on a daily basis. Great job

[Jasmine]

Inkspotvice, thank you so much for taking the time to read this and comment. It truly made my day. I set out to try to make it as vivid as possible so not only can readers feel this but see it as well..

[I am that I am]

Drugs are quite powerful. One should not rely on them; as they are hard to stop using. There is perhaps a time where drugs can make one feel balanced. Eventually, that balance will no longer come with the drug. Instead, the drug will only disturb your state of mind, rather than uplift it. It is best to create your own balance; by removing the weight that lies heavy on your mind; instead of adding more weight to to it, in attempt to balance it out. This pice is an excellent example. Great work, Jasmine.

[Inject Positivity]

Drugs: an evil on humanity (specially for young generation)... Your topic is very important... It says how terrible the effects of drug... Short story which moves very well with an intensity but I would request you to give a revision to this as there are some spelling mistakes and grammatical errors... I loved the story and the way you portrayed the situation of the person... Well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Jasmine]

Dhiman, thank you for taking the time to review this and give me advice yeah I see what you mean. I am studying up on how to write more proper. And the tips you gave really help me along. It is a working progress, that I choose to work on everyday.. I am happy that you enjoyed it over all. YES!!! I would agree drugs are a evil thing. Took so many great people out of this world......... Thank you again