Gamzee (2015-07-27 08:54:33)

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(A/N: I wrote this inspired by what people will do under the influence of drugs like Meth amphetamines. Inspired by the dreadful commercials showing the effects of such a powerful drug. This is not my best work, I will try to improve upon it. )

"I'm going to smoke meth, but only once"

Is what I said, what I believed, what I lied through my unaware teeth.

It's like it was only yesterday, I was skipping towards my friend's house, a happy smile stretched across my plump peach-colored face. My curly red hair bounced up and down, shining beautifully under the bright sun. My bright green eyes gleamed with innocence, my freckles stretching across my cheeks. The deep green silk dress I wore clung to my skin like spandex, bringing out my black dress shoes. I slowly approached the door, knocking softly on the wooden entrance. Carly creaked the door open, motioning for me to step inside. When I stepped inside the small house, I saw Carly holding a bag of a crystal-like substance. "If you don't tell our parents, will you smoke this with me?" She asked nervously, looking towards the bag. "Is that.. Meth?" I questioned, also looking towards the tightly sealed zip-loc bag. Carly nodded her head and pulled out a beaker-like object. "We'll use this, alright?"

That's when I lied to myself.

"I'm going to smoke meth, but only once"

And it continued to repeat itself, irritating me.

"I'm going to smoke meth, but only once"

"I'm going to smoke meth, but only once"

"I'm going to smoke meth, but only once"

"I'm going to smoke meth, but only once"

She handed me the bag and the object, and I began to smoke it.

Nov. 4th, 2013

I began to scratch and pick at my skin, opening up my sores and scabs. I felt cold, very cold. The voices grew louder and louder.. Whispering dark things in the back of my mind. I couldn't take it anymore.. God, make them stop! I rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a loud crack of the wood. I smashed my head into the mirror, cutting open my scalp "Make it stop! SHUT UP!" I screeched, smashing my head into the broken mirror once more. The crimson liquid dripped down from the large cracks in the mirror. I began to cry "Stop.. Stop.. Stop.. Stop.." I muttered, clenching the razor on the counter.

That was the last I was ever heard from.

I wrote this over a year ago

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NintendoDude (2015-08-09 04:30:32)

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Smh, never hit a mirror with your head.

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