I smoke weed like every day or every other day. But, yesterday I didn’t have any, so I went in my pops bag and took the weed out thinking it was a weed but at the same time felt a little off like something wasn’t right.
But, I ignored that and took ONE dab, not even a inhale, only to make sure this was weed. It hit me fast..too fast, I started feeling some type of way and felt as if I couldn’t breathe.
Knowing that I am breathing fine, my heart was beating fine, but I was hyperventilating too much. So I got up and felt like someone told me not to do this and said to me that it was.
You better move quick and say your goodbyes, so I stood up and walked in disappointment and fear to the step to get my mom and saw my dad at the top of the steps. I couldn’t say anything at the moment, nor could I really focus.
Yet somehow, my body was moving on its own, whipping my tears and covering my face in complete terror. My dad couldn’t understand anything I said. However, the way I acted my words out gave it away.
He told me that I took it, went silent in tears, and after I saw that, I dropped my phone and fell out in disappointment in myself, then passed out falling down the steps breaking both my mom’s candle stands.
I woke up on the floor stick, not saying words correctly as my dad was asking me if I’m ok. I stand up and say I’m looking confused about how I got here and how I was alive, but I felt like I had died at the palm of my hands.
I kept looking around only funny part because I thought I was remade into a seed and quickly thought. Oh, no..I’m in hell thinking that he’ll be you suffering your death of how you died over and over and over for eternal..witch made my hyperventilate again.
So I went to my room to lay down and think this out as if it’ll be over. It wasn’t my pops came in my room to ask if I’m OK and let me tell you it got worse.
I was recovering my pronunciation, saying I’m fine, but each time I said I’m fine, my voice kept tryna cut me off and say, “I fucked up.” It was like I was stuck in one movement as if I had one line to play before I die Dam.
I tried picking up my phone and had used both hands and arm because I promise you I couldn’t move how I wanted to. I finally un-mute myself on the phone with my GF, and before I got to say anything as if I could say anything anyways, I heard someone at the front door knocking.
So I peeked out my window to see who is was..no one was after that 2 sec passed of that knock so. I thought that was death, you know grim to come to get me.
I said my prayer and apologies for my sins and then passed out for 10 hrs. Right now I’m lucky to be here and haven’t slept for 48 hrs still and can’t even look at weed right now till I’m sure I’m