Personal Narrative: My Story Of A New Drug

They say your life flashes through your eyes when you're at death's door but I would argue otherwise. To me it was all a blur no pattern shape or form, but how did I get here? My story doesn't start too long ago. About a year ago a new drug was introduced to the market no one knew it name leading it to be called noman. I was a very active man and dealer on the low. I would tend to avoid these sort drug and just stick to the usually my customers ordered. I myself however rarely used any substances but when I did they were never from my own. I was very big in my underground world but had a regular job as cover.
One day my friend comes over and gives me a baggie telling me “this is the shit dude you just gotta have some it's like nothing from
evar before”. He had no self control guy couldn't even speak to me right so I knew of the bat something was wrong. After giving him some relaxer I drove him home and put him to bed. Were really tight guys so I had his spare keys.
I knew he did drugs but never before had I seen him like that but whatever I didn't give it mind. The bag he brought I just threw it in the fridge and I forgot about it over the course of time. Business was getting hot now it was hard to maintain my cover job and be one of the biggest dealers of my area. I tend to follow my rule to never get high off my own products but live just sucker punched me where it hurt the most. Business was thriving so I was low on supply but I used anything I found. In a time of desperation I don't know what to do I opened the fridge pulled a bag and injected its content. And all was fuzz I could feel everything slow down and my
breathing was and my muscles and somehow I feel the lightest I've ever been.
I don't know when it happened but soon after I must've collapses because I could hear a distant voice screaming my name and something about 911. When I woke up I was in the hospital room with pure white robes, blankets and all in sight was white. I thought it was in heaven but I’m sure hell was the place for me, how could a man like me even dream of heaven. A nurse walked in with a small silver tray and on it a small orange bottle with a silver top reading sane again. The nurse had a long beautiful white robe adorned with small silver rings. On her hands were silver gloves, but her face was made of silver it wasn’t a mask it was her most fair skin. Her lips didn't move but I could hear her voice, it was as beautiful as the waves crashing in the rocks as you watch the sunrise in the morning. Her beauty was to be reckoned with and it seemed no one could even compare to a fraction of her beauty. She gestured toward the bottle and without removing my gaze from her most fair face I slowly reached out my arm to the bottle and slowly grabbed it bringing it back to my body. I was then ordered to take one and I was gone. I was in a bus on my way to mars for a scientific experiment. I thought my mind
was going crazy but I remembered one of the instructions given to me but that angelical nurse “take a pill when things don't seem right”. I reached into my pocket opening to find the bottle and sure enough it was there. I twisted the cap and it didn't open I pressed drown and it wouldn't budge. Was I doing something wrong? Why couldn't I remember the way to open the bottle was I weak or was it not yet time. I decided to just grab the pills through the silver cap like an insane person. Luckily enough I was able to get one, I thought to myself “I must be seriously going crazy”. I took a pill and again I was gone.
Where was I this time it was dark and all I could hear was howling off in the distance. It didn't make sense I felt trapped in a box but I wasn’t. I was free but I felt restricted and I could feel no ground under my feet. After what seemed like an eternity I decided I really wasn't feeling very good and maybe those pills given to me could help so I took a few more. This time I was in vertigo in what seemed like carnival filled with clown and limbs. Blood seeping into my vision. I couldn't take it anymore the smell of iron the laughter it was just too overwhelming. I took the bottle and ripped out every pill in sight yea seemed to be that seemed like enough to end this stupid nightmare and finally go home to rest. I took down what seemed to be millions of pills that burned as each traveled down to my stomach. Was thin enough was it all going to be over or would the nightmare... Again I woke up on the hospital bed but this time everything froze and over me was a cascading stream of events. I reached out and try to grab one but when I did I felt light. Was I dead? I could see a body lying down in a bed. Wait was this me a t my deathbed. No he was still alive all the indicating lines seemed to be jumping up and down with the joy as if a lost dog had finally returned to its master. That was short lived along with me. A beeping noise came and I was gone. Again I woke up at the hospital with the nurse of silver. She took the pill away from my nightstand and in a blur she was gone. Through the door another person walked in I couldn't make anything from his face except white foam protruding from his mouth. His warmth seemed to reach me and then I realized it was I. But what had I become, was this really I. I guess imp gone now. I pulled myself out of bed and walked to the window where I saw paradise for men like me. Could I really accept this heaven? No it's not for me I though. I opened the window and realized I was a few stories off the ground. My last tough was is there death after death.