It was a normal day. I went to school and made plans to go with a friend after school so he could sell a few grams of spice to some friends.
When school ended, I met him in the parking lot and left my car at the school.
We got about a mile from the school, and he lit a blunt up. I’ve smoked many types of weed before including spice, but this wasn’t the same.
I got it 4-6 times and passed it back to him and immediately began to lose feeling in my arms and legs.
I laid back in the seat… felt like I was falling… I couldn’t stop myself from falling… I wanted it to stop to bad, but it felt like we just kept driving deeper into this black whole with lights at the end yet the lights were unreachable.
I was shaking uncontrollably and breathing fast…
I remember him pushing on me, telling me that I have to come back and snap out of it. But I was shaking and sweating and not breathing right.
I felt like I was literally going to die. I felt like my whole life was fake and I didn’t feel normal. I was so scared.
He supposedly went inside and smoked with them for an hour and a half, while I slept in the car.
I only remember throwing up. I don’t remember him leaving.
He came back and drove me back to the school. I don’t remember any of the driving back, except me throwing up all over myself and out of the window.
He went to a car wash, then took me to my car at the school where I threw up again and again. He left me there cause I told him I’d be fine.
I fell asleep in my car and woke up 2 hours later. I felt good enough to drive myself home and so I did. I’m surprised I did it so well… I could’ve killed someone.
When I got home, I couldn’t walk well with out losing my breath and being so weak and dizzy. I had to just sit on the floor before moving again.
When I finally made it to my bed, I fell asleep and didn’t wake up for 12 hours.
I sit here this morning feeling sick and nauseous. My stomach is rumbling, and i know I will never do it again.
I’m 16 and I could’ve died…