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Note: I can't really get to sleep, so I decided to look at the forum for a little longer, in an hour or so I gotta head out to the Airport, but when I read some stuff in this forum it only made me want to post some of my short stories. This story is dedicated to 3 friends that I lost to hard drug usage (LSD, Heroin, Esctasy, Cocaine etc), I wrote this in my prime-time years (1998-99) of being a heroin addict. It's not the newest of my stories, but thats why I'm posting it, cause I really don't wanna show my new stuff yet. This has not been through it's editing stages, so you know. Enjoy:

Two pills laid on the hardwood floor of the apartment. A young girl laid on the couch with her right arm hanging off the couch while her left arm was laying over her face. Only one stalking was on her leg but it had a rip on the side, while her other stalking was not to be found. She could only move just a little bit..., she fell off the couch, choking on her spit that she swallow by accident. To her vision she saw everything as orange and blurry.. she could not see straight. She soon closed her eyes and went off to the dream world. Her boyfriend called the paramedics then he ran off so he wouldn't get busted for giving the girl drugs.
The bright white lights woke her up as the doctors rushed her to the operating room through the emergency room, where people sat waiting for doctors just for the littlest things you can possibly imagine. As she barely was alive the doctors pumped her, sucking out the poisons that her twenty-seven year old player boyfriend gave her. But her boyfriend was no where to be seen, he left town for a bit while cops wanted to question him about what happened that night.
After the treatments that the doctors did to this 16 year old girl. The girl was sleeping in her hospital bed, as silent as a ocean in an empty night with breezes that would bring shivers to you, and as cute as a baby sleeping in a crib. She wasn't alone, I sat in the room all night, watching her breathe, making sure that nothing would happen to her. Only if I protected her more then she wouldn't be laying hear in this bed at this **** hole hospital in the middle of the ghetto in Trenton.
I sat in the chair all night, not leaving the room. I thought of how I could of prevented this from happening, blaming it on me. I would go and do anything for her, my feelings for her are strong and I care for her a lot, although I can not say I love her. I remembered how many times I tried to go for her, I remembered that we would tell each other everything, guy problems, girl problems you name it....
She seems clear from any danger but within seconds later she died in her sleep, the doctors ran in trying to bring her back but nothing worked...she was gone. Her beautiful looks would soon turn pail and cold with no heart beat. The one doctor covered her face with the white hospital sheet that she was sleeping under just a few minutes later. They moved her corpse out of the room, my guilt and sadness grew like a disease, infecting my whole body.
I ran out of the hospital, running, keep on running, across the streets, between allies, through the park, pass the cemetery and then I reached the river. My tears came down like rain in a hurricane. A yelled her name, it echoed through the empty night while the breeze made the trees shiver, and then some dead leaves would fall off the trees while cars with pumping bass drum drove by, minding their own business.
I fell a sleep next to the rock, too bad no one shot me or tried to mug me and then shoot me, so I could die and join her, so she wouldn't be alone where ever she went.
The slow week went by, then the funeral came. I went up to the open casket, and saw her beautiful corpse. I kissed her and sat down. The funeral seem to take years but by the end it only took a Wednesday afternoon. So they barried her in the six foot grave, and covered up the grave with the dirt then came the flowers and boxes shaped as hearts. I left cause I couldn't take it any longer and I didn't want people to see me upset in public.


So I walked out of the cemetery with some tears coming down my face and walked off, till I got to my apartment cause I was too young to drive. I heard that her boyfriend at the time got back in town, so I decided to take a visit. Before I went to visit him, I loaded my dad's gun and hid it in my left side pocket of my white khakis.
I took a taxi to the boyfriend’s apartment. He wasn't there but I knew where he would be. So I paid the taxi driver and walked down to the corner of the street and went down to the pool hall. I saw the twenty-seven year old boyfriend playing pool and he looked at me before hitting the nine ball into the left corner pocket. I took out my gun and shot him twice in the forehead, then I ran off. Some of the men tried to stop me but I shot at them and then got out of the place.
I jumped in front of a car that stopped suddenly then shot the old lady who was driving the ford taurus, then got in the car and drove to the cemetery. Then I got out of the car and ran to the 16 year old girl's grave. I laid down on the fresh dirt that covered her grave and told her that I love her. A tear from my left eye fell to the dirt as I aimed the gun into my month. I told her that I promise I would be with her, that I love her and that I wouldn't let her be alone, that we'll always be together, even if we're not boyfriend and girlfriend. As long as we love each other, as long as we're with each other.
I pulled the trigger, in a split second my blood covered her gravestone, while the sound of the gun shot echoed like how I yelled her name that one night. My corpse laid next to the grave of my dear friend that I love so much, as the ground absorbed my blood. We may have been together at last or not, I do not want to ruin the surprise of death to you my friend....

The End.

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Heathen

I'm not sure if you're allowed to post that...but ****. That was great. The whole style of it sent shivers up my spine. I can relate to what you're saying.....

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vaya

Wonderfully morbid(now there's a paradox!)

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thanks, just got home from de, crazy country, but im out to sleep, maybe ill post more of my stuff later on. a lot is being recycled into songs and short films, some into one big story, just recycling and adding new ideas to build a great ****ed up novel, or script, hey, later

TheCleric

Great talented material, you my friend are quite the writer and i dont want to stem your spirit at all but, this isnt the right place for that. Please understand that if we let one post slid by with mention of other drugs, no matter how small, people would greatly use that against us.

Do not let this stop you from posting stories here however as you have quite the silver tongue.

Cleric