Night Life

I put on my outfit with my hair and makeup done to perfection. Alcohol in my system and drugs through my veins. Music pumping through me and men all around me. Alone inside, but never alone at night.

That was a typical night for me. I was not one to stay home because I was addicted to the wild life. He was the wild life. He was the one that drove me out of my innocence and became the true darkness that was hidden deep inside.

As I looked in the mirror, I realized that I no longer recognized who the reflection was.

“Who was I before this life?” I thought to myself.

I could not answer the question. Not because I looked different, but I really could not remember.

I reminisced about the first time I met him, the adrenaline and excitement as he walked up to me. With his charm, I was manipulated. At this point, I was lost in lust and he could mold me into whatever he wanted. I was his, but was he mine?

I was feeling sober and I suddenly erased the feeling as I felt the liquid substance shoot up into my veins. Sudden relief washed over me as I could not have any negative thoughts.

I reached the club and I was ready to do anything and everything possible. I took a couple of shots and took some drugs that I didn’t even know of.

The last thing that I remembered was crashing to the floor and hard. I saw him, but he didn’t seem close. Instead, he seemed to be moving away. Then it was completely black.

I woke up in a panic because I realized that I was not in my house or any house. I was in the hospital. The doctor told me that they pumped the drugs out and that I could have died.

I went to use the washroom and I saw myself. I really saw myself. With no makeup or drugs, I could remember that I had a good life. I had a family who cared, school, and I was on my way to success. I threw all of that away for him.

As I thought that, I realized that he was not even there. I remembered more clearly that he left me to suffer last night and instead of helping me, he left.

I was ready to be released from the hospital, but I had no family or him. Seeing the real me was a game changer and I realized that I needed to fix my life before I die. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and I knew the withdrawals would be coming soon.

I took the little bit of club money I had and I went to the apartment hoping that he would be there.

He was gone.

He did not care about me. Everything I had I gave to him and I never expected him to manipulate me and make me a slave for him. My sober mind started to see things more clearly, and I knew I needed to leave before he found me.

I grabbed the money we made that week, packed my stuff, and I took a train to the last place I thought I would go.

I was heading to my parents’ house. I needed them more than ever and I wanted to be me again. I kept hoping this was a dream. As the train arrived, it stopped abruptly, which jerked me awake. No, it was not a dream.

With disappointment, I got off the train to face my biggest fear.

My parents.