Pain

I open my eyes and close them. I open and close them again. I continue doing this. I cannot control my cravings anymore and I get out of my bed and grab the large bottle. It had been five days since I consumed alcohol-couldn't understand how I managed without it.

I inhale the smoke and my nostrils were on fire and at the back of my throat it felt like inferno. I take a puff exhale, take a puff exhale, and too much too fast my nose starts bleeding. I let it bleed and stare at the rings of smoke. The pain and agony had escaped or magnified beyond limits still remained uncertain.

I rip open the bag of crack and pull out a handful of small yellow rocks. I put the rocks in the big glass and light the torch; I pull out the pipe and inhale. Night after night this went on and I became vulnerable.

After completing the medical formalities I get back to the unit and sat on bed staring at the packet of cocaine kept on my table. I lean forward to take it but the pain pulls me back. I shuddered and cried in pain; half of me wanted to shout aloud, half of me wanted to get rid of it but all of me wanted to just conceive cocaine and escape from the unit. A few hours later, the medical consultant entered my room in grief and informed that due to excess drug consumption my body had very little stamina and almost all the organs were damaged!

Next morning the sun rays burned my skin and the pain hit me again. I got down on my knees. This time the sickness was worse than usual. Thicker, bloodier, more chunks of stomach, more painful. I sob and stare at the wall. I pondered why my family was still with me? why am I so addicted to candies and alcohol? Why am I not in prison? Everything began to flash before my eyes.