Personal Narrative: Heroin

Heroin, a narcotic that is a hard drug; a highly addictive morphine derivative, or in my definition a drug that may ruin bonds between family, friends, and anyone you may care about. It morphs you into a completely different person. That definition may not apply to everyone, but it so for my father. I would of have used to describe my father as the man who first captured my heart, who was goofy, intelligent, hardworking and my best friend. However, if you would ask me how I see my father now, I would say my father is just an addict, who will do anything to get his hands on drugs: a thief, lonesome, and lost. At age 12, I discovered the effects of this horrible substance that forever impacted and changed my life.
Mom and Dad are fighting again.

My eyes become weary and want to close and shut off for the night, but I cannot block out Mom and Dads' yelling. "Where are you getting it from? Tell me! Where?" Mom Screams. "None of your damn business!" Dad yells back. I can hear Mom start to whimper. I bury my head into the pillow to block out her cries, but it doesn't help and I can still her sobs. I pull the blankets over my head . I wonder why they are always fighting lately, is it me? I heard Mom talking to someone on the phone earlier this afternoon at lunch about finding needles in the garage again. I thought that was an odd thing to find in the garage, but could this be why they are fighting
A door opens, it sounds like they are going outside. The roar of Dads' truck starts up. I get up on my knee's and barley tilt the blinds so they won't tell that I am spying on them. I wonder where Dads' going this late. He backs up his truck toward the boat. What is he doing? Mom picks up her phone and dials someone, who could she be calling at this time? I press my ear close up to the window as I can but can't hear anything."Oh, no" I mutter to myself. Moms runs to the door. I hurry and duck down and get under the covers just in case she comes to check on me. The door slams open and I can hear her shoes flopping against the ground, it sounds like she's going to the kitchen, I can hear things hitting the ground. I have to know what's going on? I untuck myself from the covers, wrap the blanket around me and climb out of bed and drop my feet touch the freezing cold tile. I gently open my door trying not to make a sound, the door squeaks open. "dang it!" I mutter. I turn the corner and make my way toward the hallway, and quietly make my way to the kitchen. I peak around the corner to find flour spilled all over the floor, food everywhere, and Mom on her knee's searching for something muttering to herself. "Mom what are you looking for, what's going on?" My mom looked at me and tears were falling down her cheeks and mascara running down her face. She wipes her eyes, and put a half smile on her face trying to hide her sorrows "I am sorry I woke you up honey, go back to bed." She urged and goes back to rummaging through the cupboard. If Moms' not going to tell me, I guess I'll have to ask Dad, he will tell me, he tells me everything. I skip my shoes, and make my way out the open door, and the icy air hits my skin but it didn't even phase me tonight; I look up and to find Dad hitching up the boat to the truck. "Daddy, what are you doing? It's late and it's freezing!" I shivered. He looks up for a second, and just ignores me. He looks different, I've never seen him like this, his eyes are bloodshot, and his face has no color to it, is he sick? I repeat my question but this time it came out more of a demand "Daddy, what are you doing!"
"I'm leaving your mom" he spit back at me.

I stood there. I couldn't grasp what he was saying. I had so many questions but I couldn't seem to make my words come out.
Mom came bursting out of the door with what looks like a bag of sugar? She runs to the boat, and opens the gas plug and dumps the bag of sugar down into where the gas goes, I don't understand, why is she doing this? Dad was now furious, he raged over to Mom and knocked the sugar out of her hand and just as this happens we all turn are attention the red and blue lights flashing down the street. That’s who Mom must of called when she was outside on the phone. "What the hell did you do, Karey?" Dad screams. "You need help, you can't be doing drugs anywhere near my kid ever again" Mom mutters back to him.
The officers park their car, turn off the lights on the top of their car, and get out. They immediately make their way to my father, "Sir, would you mind come over here and talk to us?" They are saying to just talk, but I knew why they were really here, Dad would have to go with them. Dad looks at me, his eyes are now wide and filled with water, he looks terrified. "Sure" Dad chokes out. Mom looked relieved, she turns her attention to me and runs to me and wraps her arms around my body. "I'm sorry, baby girl" she says. "I never wanted you to be apart of this." Tears poured out of my eyes, and I sulked in Moms' arms. "You're freezing hunny!" she picked me up, took me inside and set me on the couch. She grabbed a warm blanket and wrapped it around the two of us and laid with me for the entire night. I waited for Dad to come back inside, but he never

did.
Since that night, my dad has been in and out jail four different times been to rehab twice. Every time he comes clean, I get my hopes up and think that last time would be the final time he would relapse, and after his last relapse, I gave up all hope. I haven't seen my dad in two years, and I don't want to unless he's clean for good. However, what my dad put my family through helped me chose what profession I want to go into. I want to protect children from the pain that my Dad put my family through, and that is why I chose what to major in today, which is Social working with an emphasis on Drug abuse.