I was 14 years old. My friends told me to take a hit.
That is how it all started.
My ongoing battle, a never ending one.
Some nights, I would lay in bed with the bowl in my hand and lighter in the other. Half asleep, almost positive I wasn’t going to wake up in the morning.
I mumbled the words I love you Dom (my baby brother who is my world) and would drift into a sleep.
I was stealing from my whole entire family.
I would ask people for money for “food” and go get a bag.
I would fall asleep in dangerous places – whether it was a dark alley way, a side walk. It didn’t matter that my house was 30 feet away. I couldn’t walk.
One night, I was raped by a man I did not know while I was high and nodding. I looked him right in the face and fell back asleep.
HOW???? HOW CAN ONE DO THAT?
Well, one can do that with the help of this evil drug spice.
People this is not a joke. Just take a look at all of these stories on here.
I bet you won’t find one positive thing said about spice.
It only messes you up. Whether it’s physically or mentally.
I suffer from paranoia and anxiety now.
Every day I regret trying spice.