The Life Of A Teenage Addict Part 1
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The Life Of A Teenage Addict Part 1

Each one of my addictions I gave a persons name. Shall I introduce them?

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The Life Of A Teenage Addict Part 1
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This is a story about finding myself. I took a horrible journey that lasted five long years. Every day I woke up was like being taken back to the pits of hell where my addictions and habits haunted me. Each one pulling me in a different direction. I must warn you before you read any further that this story is not for the faint of heart or if you have triggers for self-harm or addiction.

Each one of my addictions I gave a name to. I know what you are thinking, this chick has a multiple personality disorder, but you’re wrong. I’m one person with one subconscious. Each one of my addictions... I gave a name. Shall I introduce them?

Lacey

Lacey was my drug addiction, she loved pills of any kind. She was very much like the moody teenager when she didn’t get what she wanted. Lacey was full of impatience and always needed something to keep her occupied. When she was in control it drove me to act way out of character. Usually, I was a very happy person and I did my best to get along with everyone. Especially at work.

I first met Lacey (drug addiction) when I was eighteen. She was introduced to me by a friend of mine named Molly. We were taking some college classes together and over the course of the first term, we became rather inseparable. We were in class one day. I was in a rotten mood because a date I had the night before stood me up. I was feeling unloved and underappreciated. Molly had got to know me pretty well and she could tell that my mood was off.

“What’s going on with you today? You don’t seem right.” Molly whispered over our computers.

Our first class of the morning was an elective class. It covered Power Point presentations. How this would ever become useful, I had no clue but who was I to argue. Our instructor wasn’t too involved. Our assignments were given for the day and so long as we got them done before time was up she didn’t make a fuss. It was ninety minutes of free time and I couldn’t complain.

“Raul stood me up last night. I’m not in the best of moods.” I looked to Molly and saw her concern.

“Boys. They cause more trouble than they are worth.” Molly rolled her eyes as she continued to unpack the textbook for the class.

A wry smile crept over Molly’s face. I knew her well enough already to know that it meant she had a crazy idea about something. Molly was the wildest person I had met so far in my teenage years. She always made everything look so fun and carefree. I wanted that freedom from my sheltered life with God- fearing parents that insisted I didn’t give in to the desires of the teenage heart. I had waited long enough for my teenage rebellion. It was time for me to let go.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Wait for a couple of minutes and then follow me.” Molly leaned over the side of her chair and plucked her purse from underneath.

“Okay,” I said. I was certainly a little confused.

The second hand on the clock made two full rotations before I got up from my seat and as quietly as possible, exited the classroom. I was giddy with excitement and a little worried as to what Molly had in store for me. At a fast pace, I walked the length of the computer lab hall and took a right. The second door on the left was the ladies’ restroom. I pushed the door open and saw Molly standing at the sink.

“Hurry up. Someone else is bound to come in here eventually.”

I made my way to the sinks and saw what Molly was covering hunched over. I was shocked and curious. On the counter by one of the sinks, there were three rows of white powder.

“Is that cocaine?!” I screeched.

“No, Teela.” Molly rolled her eyes at me. “I’m a college student that stays at home with her parents. I can’t afford cocaine. It’s Oxy.”

“You mean like OxyContin?”

“Uh-huh.” Molly bobbed her head up and down.

“I don’t know-”

Another eye roll. “Just try it. I promise that nothing bad will happen. Watch.”

Molly had taken apart a pen and was using the outer cylinder as a straw. She bent her head down towards the sink plugging a nostril with one hand and holding the makeshift straw to her open nostril with the other hand. She lined the end of the straw up with one of the lines on the counter and she snorted. The white powder went up the straw and into her nose as she followed the little white line until it was gone.

“See. No big deal.” She leaned her head back, plugged both of her nostrils and took a deep breath. She released her nose and used a finger to rub it clearing any remaining powder from the outside of it.

Her hand was still extended with the straw, “Come on. It will make you feel better and you’ll forget about that douchebag, Raul.”

Curiosity won over. I took the pro-offered straw and did my best to copy what I had seen Molly do. It looked easy enough. The powder burned my nostril upon entry but I didn’t mind. The head rush it gave me was well worth it. The high was instantaneous and I loved it. I felt floaty and uncaring.

“Can I do the other line?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure. I already did one before you came in.”

With gusto, I did the second line like a pro. Or at least I thought I did. The pretty white powder tickled my nose again. After the line had disappeared up my nose I dropped the straw and giggled.

“Oh my God! I love it!” I was hooked, no doubt about that.

“See. I told you. Now let’s get back to class before someone comes looking for us.” Molly pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and wiped off the remaining traces of the Oxy.

For the rest of the class I didn’t think any more about Raul or how he had stood me up. I was happy in Oxyland and nothing was going to change that. Molly and I giggled and talked the rest of the class enjoying the high.

This was the day that Lacey was born. She didn’t get named until a couple of years later but she was now in my life. The two of us became very close. I could always count on Lacy when things got rough.

In the late summer of 2010, my family and I moved from our hometown of Thomson, Georgia clear across the country to Lubbock, Texas. I hated the thought of leaving where I grew up but I didn’t have much of choice. During our drive, Lacey sulked the whole way. We had gone on a bender for a few days prior to the trip and she was now in the process of having withdrawals from her beloved OxyContin.

“I can’t exactly snort Oxy while my parents are around,” I muttered to Lacey in the bathroom of a truck stop. I had packed a few pills with me in case she got moody.

Lacey wouldn’t take no for an answer so instead of crushing the Oxy and snorting it up my nose (this was my usual method) I swallowed them. I had gotten lucky on my last score. My dealer had 80mg tablets. Careful with those, he had cautioned. I usually scored 40mg or lower but this was a rare occasion. Taking two of the 80mg from the baggie in my purse I popped them into my mouth and used the water from the tap to swallow. I stood there in the bathroom waiting for the high to hit, waiting for Lacey to calm down, waiting for that rush of warmth that told me everything was going to be okay.

Lacey ran my life, I was just living it. I couldn’t escape or maybe I just didn’t want to. My life was slowly being ripped apart at the seams and she was the only one that made me believe that it was going to be alright. I was convinced that Lacey knew what was best for me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Next week's article will be part 2 and you will get acquainted with Jane.

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