GirlInterrupted
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I had been smoking Heroin for a few months before this significant day.
Smoking in the beginning was great, then my tolerance began building and it became less satisfying and very damn costly.
I had a buddy that was using dope the IV method and I was always curious of what it felt like because he made it look so damn amazing. I was getting high with him often and one day I just decided to ask him if he was down to dose me.
He gave me a "Are you serious??" type look then he said "Well if really want I will I guess.." The only problem was that he only had one rig. But then the problem was easily solved by going into the local super market and stealing a bottle of bleach.
After successfully stealing the bottle of bleach we drove around town to find a quiet, "non-sketchy", suburban neighborhood. I put the car in park in front of some random house that showed no signs of people being home. My buddy took out his rig and did the whole "Bleach water bleach water" thing ma jig to sort of make everything a little sanitary. He got some bleach on his new pants and it stained real quick. He was a little bummed about that, but I thought it was kind of funny.
Once the needle was good to go he pulled out a spoon from his pocket and said "FUCK!"
I guess we ran out of cotton and had nothing to use as a filter.
Once again problem was solved real quick. He took off his shoe and bit off a tiny piece of his sock to use as a filter. I was impressed with his creative way to improvise.
I pulled out the little baggy of dope that we had picked up earlier and handed it to him. He laid the spoon on his lap and filled the spoon up with water and dropped the dope in. He picked up the spoon with his left hand and a lighter in his right. He was trying to keep as still as he could but he had really shaky hands. As shaky as he was, he managed to not spill even a drip.
He put the flame under the spoon. I watched the water bubble up for a second and the water turned into this ugly brown color. I swear I will never be able to forget that ugly brown color. He tossed his make shift filter in the mix and used his rig to suck up every single bit of the ugly brown water.
He held the rig up to his face and tried to get all the air bubbles out of the needle.
And now comes the moment that I was patiently waiting for. The day my nice healthy beautiful baby blue veins, lost its virginity...
He took off his leather belt and wrapped it around my left arm very tightly. He was not afraid to hurt me. (please remember that we were still in the parked car, so we were in a very awkward and uncomfortable position during this process)
After the belt was wrapped around tightly around my arm, he examined it well and found what he was looking for. He picked up the rig and inserted the needle smoothly into my veins. It did not hurt, but my mind was going crazy. I couldn't believe this was actually happening!
He pulled the plunger back slightly and I saw my blood rushing out through the clear plastic of the syringe. It had to be the most beautifulest thing I had ever seen. I remember this exact moment so vividly. My blood, mixing with the ugly brown water.
This guy was amazing, he did it in one try.
He pushed down on the plunger, forcing the mixture into my veins. I slowly saw the ugly brown water with hints of my blood disappear into my veins.
I could it feel it...
I could feel it crawling up my arms and making it's way thought my body.
Before I could actually enjoy the moment he yelled at me to loosen up the belt around my arm as quick as i could.
There was a tiny puddle of blood the formed at the injection sight. I managed to get some blood on his belt so I apologized.
He wiped the tiny puddle of blood on my arm with the sleeve of his plaid shirt then softly kissed the place that he had pierced his needle into me.
He looked up slowly and flashed a sexy smiled at me.
At this exact moment IT HIT ME.
I felt as though I had died and went to heaven. I was slowly sinking into my seat and my eyes begin to shut. I was defiantly in heaven. It felt like an orgasm. I could hear him asking if I it had hit me yet, but I was in too much ecstasy to even reply. I sat there with my eyes closed for a minute, enjoying every single second.
When I opened my eyes everything was blurry. I looked at the road ahead of me and it was bobbing up and down. I tried my hardest to make my vision go back to normal but it was not working. I couldnt even keep my eyes open.
I sat there trying to put what I was feeling into words for him to understand.
I couldn't even talk. I was stuttering and making no sense at all.
Since our business was done I had to drive him home. I knew I was in no condition to drive at all but I drove anyways. I dropped him off and headed back to my house. I tried my best to concentrate. I managed to make it home safely. Goodness I am so thankful. When I came across a red light I would allow myself to nod for a quick second. I know, driving under the influence is terrible. I learned my lesson later on (Totaled my car a month later under the influence, I'm an idiot)
I made it home and that's when the nausea hit me. Once I parked in my driveway and opened the car door I let out a stream of vomit! It was out of nowhere. I felt sick. I was thinking to myself, why would a person actually be addicted to this???? I was not a fan of the sick feelings.
After I vomited a few times I felt better.
As for my question of why anyone would be addicted to this feeling, I found out quick. I was hooked on IVing heroin starting the next day!
It felt amazing when I laid down on my bed and attempted to go to sleep.
When my eyes were closed I was having damn crazy VIVID visuals. It was like I was in a lucid dream. It was nuts, but it felt fucken incredible.
Once again the only word that can closely describe what I felt is ORGASMIC.
I woke up the next day with no hang over what so ever. I sort of even felt refreshed.
After this experience I went back into my regular routine of smoking dope.
That soon changed when I got a hold of my own rig.
I was using everyday. I spent all my cash on dope.
When I woke up all I thought about was scoring. When I went to sleep, the last thing I think about is scoring.
I was using heavily for a few months straight then I was forced to get clean.
I was clean from dope for 3 months then recently got back into it.
I don't know how to describe my heroin journey.
All I can say is that it's a devastating cycle.
If you still have the chance to stay away from this shit, stay away.
My curiosity led me into this mess and it's getting harder and harder everyday to get myself out.
Thank you for reading my experience. I hope you all are safe.
Girl Interrupted
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Smoking in the beginning was great, then my tolerance began building and it became less satisfying and very damn costly.
I had a buddy that was using dope the IV method and I was always curious of what it felt like because he made it look so damn amazing. I was getting high with him often and one day I just decided to ask him if he was down to dose me.
He gave me a "Are you serious??" type look then he said "Well if really want I will I guess.." The only problem was that he only had one rig. But then the problem was easily solved by going into the local super market and stealing a bottle of bleach.
After successfully stealing the bottle of bleach we drove around town to find a quiet, "non-sketchy", suburban neighborhood. I put the car in park in front of some random house that showed no signs of people being home. My buddy took out his rig and did the whole "Bleach water bleach water" thing ma jig to sort of make everything a little sanitary. He got some bleach on his new pants and it stained real quick. He was a little bummed about that, but I thought it was kind of funny.
Once the needle was good to go he pulled out a spoon from his pocket and said "FUCK!"
I guess we ran out of cotton and had nothing to use as a filter.
Once again problem was solved real quick. He took off his shoe and bit off a tiny piece of his sock to use as a filter. I was impressed with his creative way to improvise.
I pulled out the little baggy of dope that we had picked up earlier and handed it to him. He laid the spoon on his lap and filled the spoon up with water and dropped the dope in. He picked up the spoon with his left hand and a lighter in his right. He was trying to keep as still as he could but he had really shaky hands. As shaky as he was, he managed to not spill even a drip.
He put the flame under the spoon. I watched the water bubble up for a second and the water turned into this ugly brown color. I swear I will never be able to forget that ugly brown color. He tossed his make shift filter in the mix and used his rig to suck up every single bit of the ugly brown water.
He held the rig up to his face and tried to get all the air bubbles out of the needle.
And now comes the moment that I was patiently waiting for. The day my nice healthy beautiful baby blue veins, lost its virginity...
He took off his leather belt and wrapped it around my left arm very tightly. He was not afraid to hurt me. (please remember that we were still in the parked car, so we were in a very awkward and uncomfortable position during this process)
After the belt was wrapped around tightly around my arm, he examined it well and found what he was looking for. He picked up the rig and inserted the needle smoothly into my veins. It did not hurt, but my mind was going crazy. I couldn't believe this was actually happening!
He pulled the plunger back slightly and I saw my blood rushing out through the clear plastic of the syringe. It had to be the most beautifulest thing I had ever seen. I remember this exact moment so vividly. My blood, mixing with the ugly brown water.
This guy was amazing, he did it in one try.
He pushed down on the plunger, forcing the mixture into my veins. I slowly saw the ugly brown water with hints of my blood disappear into my veins.
I could it feel it...
I could feel it crawling up my arms and making it's way thought my body.
Before I could actually enjoy the moment he yelled at me to loosen up the belt around my arm as quick as i could.
There was a tiny puddle of blood the formed at the injection sight. I managed to get some blood on his belt so I apologized.
He wiped the tiny puddle of blood on my arm with the sleeve of his plaid shirt then softly kissed the place that he had pierced his needle into me.
He looked up slowly and flashed a sexy smiled at me.
At this exact moment IT HIT ME.
I felt as though I had died and went to heaven. I was slowly sinking into my seat and my eyes begin to shut. I was defiantly in heaven. It felt like an orgasm. I could hear him asking if I it had hit me yet, but I was in too much ecstasy to even reply. I sat there with my eyes closed for a minute, enjoying every single second.
When I opened my eyes everything was blurry. I looked at the road ahead of me and it was bobbing up and down. I tried my hardest to make my vision go back to normal but it was not working. I couldnt even keep my eyes open.
I sat there trying to put what I was feeling into words for him to understand.
I couldn't even talk. I was stuttering and making no sense at all.
Since our business was done I had to drive him home. I knew I was in no condition to drive at all but I drove anyways. I dropped him off and headed back to my house. I tried my best to concentrate. I managed to make it home safely. Goodness I am so thankful. When I came across a red light I would allow myself to nod for a quick second. I know, driving under the influence is terrible. I learned my lesson later on (Totaled my car a month later under the influence, I'm an idiot)
I made it home and that's when the nausea hit me. Once I parked in my driveway and opened the car door I let out a stream of vomit! It was out of nowhere. I felt sick. I was thinking to myself, why would a person actually be addicted to this???? I was not a fan of the sick feelings.
After I vomited a few times I felt better.
As for my question of why anyone would be addicted to this feeling, I found out quick. I was hooked on IVing heroin starting the next day!
It felt amazing when I laid down on my bed and attempted to go to sleep.
When my eyes were closed I was having damn crazy VIVID visuals. It was like I was in a lucid dream. It was nuts, but it felt fucken incredible.
Once again the only word that can closely describe what I felt is ORGASMIC.
I woke up the next day with no hang over what so ever. I sort of even felt refreshed.
After this experience I went back into my regular routine of smoking dope.
That soon changed when I got a hold of my own rig.
I was using everyday. I spent all my cash on dope.
When I woke up all I thought about was scoring. When I went to sleep, the last thing I think about is scoring.
I was using heavily for a few months straight then I was forced to get clean.
I was clean from dope for 3 months then recently got back into it.
I don't know how to describe my heroin journey.
All I can say is that it's a devastating cycle.
If you still have the chance to stay away from this shit, stay away.
My curiosity led me into this mess and it's getting harder and harder everyday to get myself out.
Thank you for reading my experience. I hope you all are safe.
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