Smoking Monologue

I remember walking in the room. I tried to turn around, but it was too late to go back now. “Amber, I already saw you. Come in here now.” I couldn’t tell her no. So I trudged into her room afraid of what she might say. “Is this weed any good?” asked my mom. “I don’t know mom. I don’t do drugs.” I explained to my mother. “Then come here Amber, try this… tell me if it's any good or not.” I walked to my mom’s room and was about to tell her no when she grabbed my arm and put the blunt in my mouth. (Flashback)
Ever since that day I have been hooked. I would come home from school, do my homework, then I would smoke with my mom . I got so carried away with smoking that I stopped going to school and I would just stay home and smoke all day. It was part of my life. I couldn’t go a day without smoking or I would go through withdrawal. One day my mom and I were sitting on her bed. She was smoking and I was rolling. When I got done rolling mine, I took a hit. It was amazing, it was

like all my worries just disappeared . I took another hit “AMBER! Stop hogging the blunt! I want some too, you're so selfish sometimes you know that, you never think about your elders!” My mom always yelled at me when she was high. I gave it all to her then took my things and went to my room.
I was about to take my 3rd hit when all of a sudden “AAAAAAAA! AMBER COME HERE NOW!” I ran into my mom's room, but it was too late. There was blood everywhere. She had foam and blood coming from her mouth, I ran into the living room and grabbed the phone and dialed 911. “Hurry, something's wrong with my mom. I don’t think she can breath!” “Honey, calm down, where do you live?” I gave the lady my address and she said she was sending an ambulance. I ran into my mom’s bedroom to check her pulse she was breathing, but her heart pace was slowing down, it was too slow. *Knock Knock Knock* “Hello, anyone here” The ambulance people were here. “Yes! In here we need you now.” They ran into my mom’s room.
They checked over her and got the blood and foam out of the way. One of the guys grabbed his walkie talkie and said “We have an overdose at…” At that moment I spaced out. An overdose! What will I do if she doesn’t make it. What will I do to provide for my little sister. Im a high school dropout, I have no job. The only thing paying for me was my mom and my food stamps “HELLO, ma'am can you hear me.” After a second I realized they were talking to me. “Umm, yes sir, I can hear you, I’m just trying to comprehend what's going on.” The other men were carrying my mom out in one of those hospital bed things that ambulances have. “Your mom she overdosed on a mixture of marijuana, meth and prescription pills.” I was light headed, the ambulance was leaving and so did all the guys,
I was sitting on my bed by myself.

I was all alone. I was thinking about what just happened… *RING RING RING* My phone was ringing. “Aunt Rosie, hey…” I was interrupted by my Aunt. “LIsten, I just got a call from the hospital, your mom passed away in the ambulance. I’m so sorry honey. I’m taking your little sister. Your not stable enough to take care of her and you're probably high right now anyway, she doesn’t need that kind of influence in her life… get her things packed I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” *CLICK* She hung up on me. My life was disappearing before my eyes and I was doing nothing about it.
I wasn’t about to let it all end like this. I grabbed the phone and put in the number “317-GET-HELP” When the person picked up they said “This is the Indy Rehab Center… how may I help you” “Um, my name is Amber Higgins, I am 17 and I have an addiction to pot, I need help now.” I drove myself to the clinic and I checked myself in. Rehab is the right thing to do. I told myself this over and over

again.
*3 MONTHS LATER* I walked out of the rehab center. I haven’t felt this good in a while. I got in my car and started remembering the things I had to go through in rehab. I went through withdrawal. I went through the tears. I went through cutting myself. I went through it all. I was excited to see my little sister again. “I can face temptation in a role playing class in rehab, but can I face the real temptation in the world?” That question was still in my mind when I pulled up at my Aunts. She wanted me to come and visit her. I walked up the driveway. I was nervous, I walked into the door and “SURPRISE!” My entire family was there. My aunt walked up to me “Welcome Home Sober One.” At that moment I knew the answer to my question“Yes, yes I can.”