I spend the entire time trying to fall asleep, praying that this is not the way I die.
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This cautionary tale, in response to the story prompt Drugs, was sent in by Morgan (last name withheld). ~LaVonne
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I was what you call more of a “straight edge” in high school, meaning I didn’t really drink or do drugs.
When I got to college I still wasn’t really into the whole drug scene. The most I’ve done is pot. But anyway, the last time I did pot is the one I always remember when I think, “Oh, this would be fun to try again.”
The first thing you should know is that pot gives me THE worst hangover. I don’t really understand why but for first 12 hours or so after I wake up it’s like I’m in a fog, like I have a seriously bad head cold.
So it was the summer after my junior year and I was at school for a theater program. One of my friends, who also worked there was having a going away party. We met at the local bar had a few drinks, then headed to the movie theater. Another friend of the girl who was leaving had rented out the spot to show Jurassic Park…and someone had brought pot brownies. I was warned before partaking that these were stronger than most but I still took a large piece (size of my hand) and then my friend decided she couldn’t finish hers so I ate that too.
I don’t remember the movie.
Movie’s finished, I head back to the dorm where I’m staying and the room starts to spin. I decided the best thing to do is go to sleep because I feel, hear, touch my heart pounding in my chest and it’s racing and I am convinced that this is how I’m going to die. I can’t sleep because I am so afraid. I stumble out into the hallway, panicking, to find my friends by the bathroom, tell them what’s wrong. I am sent back to bed, but with my door open and with the promise they will check in on me.
I spend the entire time trying to fall asleep, praying that this is not the way I die, mainly because my parents would be so embarrassed.
In the morning I wake up, heave the contents of my stomach twice and go about my day…in a fog and safe with the knowledge that I will never do that again.
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