I’ve taken Spice about two times, and it was the worst. I being that stupid teen, I smoked with people I barely met and didn’t even think twice about the consequences. The first time I took it, I was supposed to go to school, but I blew it off and went to do stuff I could regret.
When we arrived at the guy’s house, it was a lot of us, so we decided to go to another room where there were no parents. When we got there, we were waiting for someone to bring us bottles and swishers.
When we got the bottle, we all started to take shots. I took about 10, I took them all back to back, so it all hit me at the same time. By then, I was already starting to feel light headed and very drunk. I wasn’t sure what strain we were smoking, but I didn’t ever think it would be spice.
People have told me that I should never do spice because it can kill you. When we started to smoke it, I began to feel very sick. I took about good five hits and went straight to the bathroom and threw up.
I being the dumb teen didn’t eat before all of this, so I didn’t have anything to put together, so I felt very sick and weak. I remember everyone in the kitchen smoking and laughing while I was in the bathroom which I could’ve potentially died. All I remember is starting to see my life past before my eyes.
I fell to the floor, and I couldn’t even get up or open my eyes. I felt very helpless. I remember I was screaming help me. Over and over again, I felt like I was in a coma. I could hear everything that was happening around me, but I just couldn’t think or processes it. I felt like I was in the hospital and people trying to wake me up. But that was happening in the bathroom.
I remember they tried to pick me up to take me to another house. I remember screaming more and more because this voice in my head kept replaying, “hey you think you can get up for me.” I was crying because I wanted that voice to get out my head.
But a thing I never really told anyone was that I think one of the guys touched me during when I blacked out. I never really told anyone because first of all, I couldn’t think straight and what if it was just in my mind. But I was asking the people who were there if I was ever alone with him and they told me I was.
But I just kept it to myself. When I finally, woke up from my blackout I got up and went to where everyone else was. Everyone was very strange like if they were all about to black out but they didn’t. But somehow I did. I still ask myself to this day why me, why not anyone else? But we all learn from our mistakes.
Everything happened by so fast but time was going by so slow! I wanted to go home, but I didn’t know where I was. So, I texted my friend to come pick me up and I shared my location. Luckily, she came for me and took me home. I never got caught up from my mom and never told her.
The second time was the next day. I being so dumb went to smoke again with the guy. But I told myself am only going to smoke and not drink. When we finished smoking, I felt like life was passing through my eyes again. The girl who I was with snuck out to go and I told her that I want to go home because this stuff is spice.
Then, she couldn’t think straight, but luckily I started to feel better. So, I told them we had to go home, so I took an Uber back home. Then, I looked up the symptoms of doing spice, and I had all of those. So, never try spice because it can harm you or even kill you. I still get panic attacks from that day, but I’m getting help.