Personal Narrative Essay: What I Save Me?

Save me

Out of all of my horrible days, I could tell today was the worst. I woke up in a shitty mood. Not to mention it's only two in the afternoon and there absolutely no reason for me to be up. I’m already awake, there is no falling back to sleep. My stomach cries for food, but I can't give in, it has been twenty three days since I've ate. I self destroyed that's what I do, anything that will allow me to feel something... Drugs, binge, starve, basically anything reckless…

Everything I do is in secrecy. It is really easy when all I have is a drunken father. I don’t even know where he is right now, in fact, I rarely ever know where he is. I used to worry when my dad went missing. Now I don't mind, I'm use to being alone. Well I shouldn't say

I pass the bathroom seeing my dad and some half naked chick, who looks like a prostitute, passed out. “Lovely”, I said to myself closing the door. I continue my endless walk down the long spiral stairs meeting the kitchen. In the kitchen I see the naked ladies jacket… If she resembles a prostitute then she most likely is. My dad has always had a thing for those type women. I can't help myself but to look in the pockets. In her pockets I find a good amount of cocaine and some cash. I took it. Judging by the way she looks, It is safe to say she wouldn't

I started to drive over to my older friend's house where the party was. I arrive at the party right at 10:30 pm. Holy shit there are already people passed out all over the backyard. I walk up to a group of people passing around a blunt. I jump right in that circle and take a hit. I walk inside and show some of my friends the cocaine I stole today. We all jumping in line after line.

I go lay on the couch feeling like shit, my intentions. My temperature fluctuates, my hands start to shake, I’m sweating, everyone's walking by me in slow motion. I feel something graze my arm and then a type grip. I turn my head so sharp I black out for a couple seconds. It’s a girl she is looking at me… Then she begins to move her mouth, “ I can help you ”, she says, “follow me if you want it all to go away”. I follow her into the bathroom upstairs where there is two other girls that look like zombies, They’re sticking something in their arms.

“Come on honey, come and sit right next to me, I’ll show you what you're missing out on”, Shouted the less dead looking of the