Drug Monologue

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“Fuck my life!” I scream off the rooftop and into the city. No one seems to hear though. They all just keep going about their business. That’s the thing about New York City—it stops for no one. That’s what I liked about it. The city didn’t care if you ran a gang, or if you consumed a thousand kinds of drugs each day—life went on.
Warm tears stream down my face. The wind blows my hair in all directions. It hurts. My brain hurts, my heart hurts, my lungs hurt—everything hurt. I used to revel in pain—bathed in it—but this pain is too much. I can’t handle it. How am I supposed to? It’s just easier to numb the pain with alcohol.
Sweet, sweet alcohol. My only true friend. It makes me feel better; makes the pain go away. The only difference between …show more content…

I’ve always had someone there—someone guiding me. I can’t do it on my own! And with no family left, what am I supposed to do? I just want to join the only person that’s ever cared for me, the person who had to raise me like a daughter, even though we both ended up fucked anyway.
I don't remember when we both got hooked on drugs, but I remember how. We were staying at one of Daniel's friend's apartment while we searched for a new place. Rachel was really generous to take us in in our time of need. Her boyfriend Ricky was real nice too. He's who got me hooked.
Ricky came home one day with a small bag of cocaine. We all snorted a few lines, and thought nothing of it. It was fun, y’know? A nice high after a stressful day. Really took the edge off. Then he kept coming home with drugs to share. Cocaine, dope, molly, robo—you name it, he could have gotten it. Daniel kept telling me to stop, but I didn't listen. I needed something to get away from it all, y’know? Life was just so hard back then. My soon-to-be drug addiction drove Daniel to get us a place faster. We moved into a crappy one-bedroom apartment. Danny slept on the ratty couch. I was doing okay without the drugs. Danny made me swear not to go over Rachel's, but I didn't have

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