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30 March 2010, 01:03 AM   #1
Joined: 28 May 2008
Posts: 14
I pulled into my parking spot out of the very many for all my apartment neighbors, even
tho there's only about 4 others who live here. All of them keep to themselves, which I'm
glad, none of them seem quite appealing. The worst one is the old geezer in apartment 6B.
He's a registered sex offender, and once while I was standing in the hall and he had
opened his door, I could see a porn picture on his computer desktop. What a creep.
   I walk up the stairs so my run down apartment, pull out my keys and find the one for my
door. Then the key slides into the lock, turns the bolts, and inside of my apartment I go.
I throw my purse on the couch and walk to the answering machine. *1 New Message* "Oh this
outta be great" I say aloud.
   "You have one new message. New message 1:" *beep* "Hey Val, it's me Jimmy. I dunno if
you remember me, but we met at that party last week. I had your number in my pocket and
thought I'd call ya. ugh..I don't honestly remember much from when we met, Jen told me we
went upstairs and I came back down sayin i banged ya. Heh, I don't honestly know if I was
lying or what, but I thought I'd tell ya. Wow this is goin on for quite too long, gimme a
call back would ya? I think we should get to kno each other a little more, oh and I need
some smack. Duces." *Beep* "End of new messages"
   "ugh are you fuckin' kidding me?!" I can't believe this. I don't even remember this
guy, he's a faint memory. And he wants to buy smack off me? What a dumb ass, he doesn't
even know me?! Or does he...
   What's Smack you ask? Ahah. Smack, it's just a simple thing I use to get away, to feel
like I am just flying far far away from the drama, the pain, and every other bad feeling
in the world. Boy, just speaking of it, I think I'm gonna go on a joy ride with it.
   I walk into my bedroom and close the door. I reach under my bed and pull out my box, my
special box with the magical needle inside. I sit up on my bed and open the box. There it
lays, beautiful, used but still beautiful. I reach in and grab it. It's a little dirty
from when I last used it. Which is odd because I usually don't leave a mess with my
needle...hopefully I didn't let that Jimmy guy use it! Don't ever drink and then use
heroin kids, it's a terrible mix.
   I fill up the needle with little heroin I have left, enough to get me away for awhile.
I take off my hoodie revealing a nice cold arm. I put up my wire from inside the box and
wrap it around my upper arm, cutting off curculation to my viens. Now it's time to
   I rub my viens, getting them to pop out. oh how beautiful they are...all blue and such.
I pick up my needle, viens all ready to go. In the needle goes. A sharp pain, like a bee
sting, but all worth it in the end. Now, I push down  on the injecter, and in goes the
drugs. It takes a second....ahhhhh. the feeling of the cold heroin running through my arm,
going into my blood stream. Then I realize I should take out the needle before the affects
come into play. Slowly I pull out the needle. Set it down in the box. then I unwrap the
wire from my arm. And now the affects.
   I lie down on my bed, in sleep mode, but yet I'm wide awake. The room seems to move,
even tho it's completely still. After so long with that feeling, I feel my stomach churn.
I sit up slowly, but then I realize I gotta move to the bathroom fast, or tomorrow morning
I'm stuck cleaning up my own vomit. I rush into the bathroom, but I trip on a towel and
fall straight into the tub, banging my head on the side. I feel super dizzy, of course
that's when the vomit arrives. 
   Chunks after chunks come pouring from my stomach out of my mouth into the tub. Ugh, it
was disgusting, my face lying right next to it. I look up and see the nob for the water. I
turn it on and out comes freezing cold water. I try to move back, but I'm just too weak. I
look at the water going into the drain, and I notice...blood. 
   Could it be from my stomach? But that's when my head starts to throb. I reach back and
touch the back of my skull. Pain immdediatly shoots through my body! I pull my hand back
around, it's covered in blood. I start to freak out...this can't happen, not now! I force
myself up and out of the tub. I grab the towel on the floor (also the towel that got me
into this mess!) I put it on the wound. Hopefully the bleeding stops...hope..hop....*BAM*
I fall over again, but everything's black.
   I wake up sitting in a chair. Where am I? I look around. There's people
crying...wearing black...oh god. There's a casket. Who the hay died?!? I sit up from my
chair and walk up the isle. No one seems to pay me much attention. I get closer to the
casket...that's when I realize what has happened. Who died? Why don't you take a guess? My
body lied motionless in the black casket. I was shaking...what have I done?!
   I touch my cheek, and I feel it on myself. I jump back. Tears are now streaming down my
face. I turn around and realize who is all here. My parents, siblings, everyone..even that
guy from the party! What the hell? dumb ass, he still ain't gettin laid! haha.
   Ugh, I can't joke right now. I can't believe I'm dead! But why aren't I in hell...I
know I'm going there, I've commited too many sins for the lord to take me upstairs. Why am
I stuck on this planet?! I don't want to be here anymore if I'm not supposed to be! What's
going to happen to me..........

THE END! (Yea it's one of those that leave ya hanging!)
Sometimes you don't wake up, but if you happen to, you know things will never be the same.

30 March 2010, 02:16 AM   #2
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This was awesome, I love how the plot is about a girl needing to get laid!:D

30 March 2010, 02:17 AM   #3
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Joined: 2 Apr 2009
Posts: 350
Well, i'm HONESTLY not trying to be mean, and I'm not trying to take any anger out on
you, and I'm not just feeling particularly critizizy...(?) but I don't think the story was
very good. You wrote it as if you were at a sleepover with your best friend and you guys
decided to make up crazy dramatic stories, adding stuff as you go along, speaking in
whatever way 14 year old girls talk. (I don't mean this in a bad way.)
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30 March 2010, 02:18 AM   #4
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Joined: 2 Apr 2009
Posts: 350
BUT it's not all bad! it was very descriptive!!
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30 March 2010, 02:19 AM   #5
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Yeah, especially during the part when her vagina got bigger!:D

30 March 2010, 07:23 PM   #6
Joined: 28 May 2008
Posts: 14
Well I'm just glad you are being honest, I appreciate it! (:
Sometimes you don't wake up, but if you happen to, you know things will never be the same.

30 March 2010, 09:13 PM   #7
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Your welcome.Let me know when you get sand in your vagina again!^.^

31 March 2010, 09:52 PM    #8
Joined: 28 May 2008
Posts: 14
0_0 I didn't kno I ever got sand in my vagina, but alright!
Sometimes you don't wake up, but if you happen to, you know things will never be the same.

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