Reggie Johnson: A Youth Life Cut Short

REGGIE

This is Reggie. Reggie was a victim of society. He felt he had no choice but to abuse drugs because his life was too much to bare. No one was there to help him and no one cared about how he felt until it was too late. He passed away alone in this cold hearted world, parched because of the excessive amount of ecstasy in his mouth, Feeling peerless and not loved by anyone. Its a shame our youth resort to drugs to solve their problems but sometimes they feel as if they don’t have a choice. Hopefully his death is a lesson to everyone on how much drugs can affect your life and how family is very important. Now all people can say about Reggie is “Reggie was so young and had so much to live for.” “Reggie was never the same after the death of his mother.” “Such a smart boy it’s a shame that such an intelligent boy would die because of stupid decisions.” “How could this have happened to him?” This is his story….

Reggie Johnson was born March 16th, 1996. In the Flatbush Projects of Brooklyn, New York. His story begins on a Friday in run down housing complex in which he lived with his brother. His mother had died because she was mistaken for one of the prostitutes that circumvent the area. He took the path of drugs which hastened his demise. He became belligerent towards friends and family for money so he could drink and smoke weed. He needed a way to escape the lifestyle he was living. His father was abusive towards him.You could say he was very acrid towards Reggie. He didn’t accept him for who he was. It’s kind of obscure why his father neglected him considering he was such a great kid. Reggie before his demise, was a honor student, destined to succeed in any career field he choose. He excelled in the classroom but, he didn’t...

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...out of school for being very obstinate. No he lived on the streets with No home, No friends and No family. It was just him. He had nothing to flaunt. He had nothing. But the two nickels in his pocket. He began to follow the wrong path and crowd. He started to do heroine. He learned that Quality street heroin is invariably heavily adulterated, but the extent of this varies wildly from area to area and dealer to dealer. He would get picked on by other druggies stealing his money, taking his belongings. He didn’t like them because there weren’t very gregarious. All they did was smoke and drink and steal. They stole Reggies food. Food Reggie himself had stole from the church food drive. They beat him up for it with mirth and consumed every last bit of it. Days went by and Reggie smoked more and more. He began to smoke Heroin and ecstasy and he eventually passed away.