I am 17 years old, almost 18! I’ve been smoking weed since I was around 14. One day I met up with my friend I’ve known for a while. He hands me a dab pen, and I start hitting it right away.
I just wanted to feel happy again I haven’t gotten high in so long. He takes me to this parking lot with some guys I’ve never met before, and he gets what he called “weed” I felt kind of off like something was wrong, but I didn’t say anything, and I convinced myself that I’m okay and I’m just freaking out over nothing.
We get to this boys house and get a bong they had to show me how to use it. I’ve always only used wraps, but something didn’t feel right. I got handed the bong taking huge rips off of it. I felt nothing, but I couldn’t breathe; it was different than weed.
We smoke about 2 grams, and I stand up to go to the house. I can’t walk. I’m stumbling they are laughing at me. I have to use the bathroom really bad, so my friend basically carries me to the toilet. I forgot to turn the light on, and I couldn’t see. I started to feel panic for the light switch. I then felt this wave of coldness and death. I couldn’t move. I think I went blind for about 15 minutes.
I feel like I’m laying in a hospital bed. I hear a beeping noise like a heart monitor. I think I’m in a coma I’m saying help me I’m trapped I’m crying can anyone listen to me. I hear a man’s voice talking, and he tells my grandma I smoked laced weed I hear his voice crack he asked if I’d ever wake up.
I’m crying papaw I’m awake I’m here help me I’m trapped. Then I hear my friend’s voice and he opens the bathroom and goes, are you okay? And turned the light on I didn’t pee because I was scared I would see myself.
I go lay on the couch, and I feel cold, and alone I put my legs on him and close my eyes and put my arm over my face so no one can see I’ve been crying. As I have my eyes closed, I start seeing tunnels and feeling like I’m doing flips I know that this isn’t normal and in the back of my mind I’m freaking out I remember hearing about how some people stay like this forever.
I start praying to ask God to help me. I don’t know if I said it out loud or not. Then I hear one of the boys say “oh damn she’s tweaking” “I thought she said she smoked before” then the tunnels stopped I’m in a clay-like room. I’m in a cartoon. I see a TV with a black and white fuzzy screen, there was a sponge-like thing with eyes looking at me.
I was face to face with it and the old box TV the sponge was rocking back and forth and so was I (in my mind I was I don’t know what I was actually doing at this time). My grandpa was texting me when I needed to come home I told him that I’m throwing up, and when I get home I’m going to need to sleep right away he said okay I couldn’t text tho it took me about 30 minutes to answer him back when I was sober I looked at the time stamps.
My friend then told me he had to take me home. I started crying; you can’t make me home like this. Please know I’m scared what did we smoke weed has never done this to me.
He still said it was a weed. As I stumbled to the car, I tell him I’m not getting in because if he’s as high as me, we are going to kill someone or die. He said he’s sober now I made him count to 100 but I was so high I just took his counting as correct, and I made him walk in a straight line.
He took me to McDonald’s and got me some food to help me sober up. I fell asleep I didn’t know for how long. I told my grandpa I’d be home soon. To this day he says it was a weed. I have panic attacks to this day. I still 99% of the time think I’m in a coma and this is a dream as I’m typing this I’m feeling anxious like I’m about to freak out.
Never smoke K2 I just found out like 20 minutes ago after speaking with someone who sells and does drugs (I wanted to know what I did) he looks at me shocked and said I’ve never done k2 out of all things I’ve done and sold, but that’s what you smoked.