-Your Downfall

For most people, when they hear the word "drugs", they assume nothing of it, believe drugs are bad and move on. In my sixteen year old mind, the word appears in front of me. It looks like a flat surface with the letters cut out. It moves towards me, slowly at first then accelerates, swallows me whole, and slams shut. I'm floating in a dark room. Its empty, pitch black, and I'm terrified. There are no walls, no floor, and no ceiling. Colors shoot out from the darkness, swirl around my small body and constrict me till I suffocate. A bright light approaches so radiant that it sears my green eyes, blinds me and then fades. I'm strapped down to a stretcher. I'm being rushed down a hospital hallway. What's happening? Doctors swiftly pick up my body and strap me to a hospital bed. The walls are moving closer, and closer. How is this happening? I jump up and run towards the walls, hoping to find an exit. What? The walls are soft and squishy now. Padded cell? How did I get in here? The bed has disappeared along with my arms. How did I get into a strait jacket? I scream for hours and nothing happens. No one helps me. One wall turns into a window, there are people watching me, laughing. Pointing and staring at my insanity. I hear and slash and feel a sudden tug on my head. I turn around to see a boy who had reached through the bars that somehow appeared behind me. He is holding a large chunk of my golden brown hair in his left hand and a pair of scissors in the right. He smiles an evil crooked smile, laughs, and walks away without another sound. I shut my eyes, cry a single tear, and open them again. I'm running down a road. What? Why? What am I running from? Who is following me? Is someone following me? Why am I still running? I turn to see what's behind me, I see a small, golden brown haired, green eyed, sixteen year old girl. She looks kind and fragile. Why am I running from her? She steps towards me and reaches for her pocket. I ask her who she is. She looks up and straight into my eyes, "your downfall." I gasp for air as I tug at the needle and syringe she had thrust into my heart. I fall to my knees clutching onto my chest. I lie on the dark cold asphalt and listen to my heavy breathing. The air smells of blood and regret. Blood is pouring out of my neck as I embrace death. I can't die. I won’t die. Am I already dead? This pain won't end. Kill me already. I shouldn’t be alive anymore! I close my eyes and feel an insanely sharp pain in my stomach. Two dark red hands with sharp claws just jutted through the earth and pierced through my stomach. I gasp for air and twinge at the sight of the two claws sticking out of my stomach. I can’t move. I’m terrified of what might happen next. The claws move around my stomach, grab both sides of my rib cage and pull me through the ground. My screams fade out into the darkness.