Addiction

Addiction

It’s freezing cold tonight, everything is silent. I’m hearing myself think loudly. I’m worrying, about my friend. What will happen to him if it carries on? I can’t take it anymore. I can think clearly but I don’t want to, I want it to leave on its own. I know it can’t, I know I’m stuck. The only one that can help him, its me. I go to the library every afternoon, I check out books that might make my friend think twice before ever doing it again. It doesn’t work, as usual, it never works. I take the books back to the library the day after I check them out, the lady looks at me questioningly. I think its me that’s going to need help soon, I’m drowned with worry, I don’t know how to help. I don’t know where my friend gets it from, but he always has it. A packet is always with him. I hate drugs, they’re the worst thing in the world to me, they have turned my best friend into something that he isn’t.

I need to think, I’m always thinking I have all the time in the world to figure out a way to stop this. I’m wrong, I have tonight, that’s my own set deadline. But what do I do? That’s the problem I encounter every time I think to myself at night. There isn’t a thing in the world I can do, is there? Maybe I could take them off him? No, it wouldn’t work. He’d find more if he didn’t get them back from me, and I’d lose his trust altogether.

I’ve found myself thinking in a different way, I can’t do anything, but someone else can can’t they? Yes, I have to tell someone, then he might stop. Will it work? I can only hope so, I’ll tell his parents, yes, that’s the right move. They can get it sorted out for him can’t they?

That’s how I saved my best friend’s life, for the both of us things have changed, we get along better. Life is better. I can sleep at night without worrying now. Drugs are no more trouble to us.