Albatross

Flash

It was in Miami, a torrential downpour was starting. I watched the sickening glow of lightning as it crashed with the booming thunder always following. They worked almost as if they were on a team, one after the other, to try to collapse the sky. I was alone in my room watching the sudden streak of light coming through the room from my window.

My room was a very dark place, bigger than any I had seen, but no matter how many things I had it always felt empty. I was empty as well. My father had passed away and the event had led me to a very deep depression. My thoughts were not in a good place at that time and my body could tell the story. I had large wounds on my arms, which I had gashed with a steak knife as if to try to make the pain I felt inside show on the outside.

This would prove to be a very dangerous situation, me by myself. My mind was dancing, tingling with the thoughts of the bad things that I wanted to do. I went to the kitchen where I began to watch the television, and then it hit me. I had a large bag of cocaine in the dresser drawer in my room. The powder felt as if it was calling me in there like it was gold, or perhaps some treasure. I ran to it, like a friend I hadn’t seen in years. I swiftly opened the bag and could instantly feel the energy flowing through my body in quick streaks throughout my limbs.

My mind passed right by my morals and led me to start doing the cocaine. At first the rush was enough to keep me sitting down, but my body responded like a hungry wolf and led me up to do more. Passed the point of no return I sped faster and faster into the pile. Each sniff coming with instant satisfaction, I call this superman mode.

A moment later I was lying on a table not able to stand up because of the massive head rush that I had. It was at that moment that I had realized that I had just done ten grams of cocaine in about fifteen minutes.