Jan 06, 2008 11:38
I read my first book yesterday of 2008. The first book i've read in a good six months, possibly even a year and it destroyed my insides. The book was actually just a collection of two diaries written by an ordinary 15 year old girl. There was nothing fabricated about it, which made it all the more empowering and all the more devestating. This girl talked and acted and responded in a normal teenager way and she went from a sheltered life of trying desperately to please mommy and daddy and get noticed by a popular boy to being cracked out half way across the country giving blow jobs to old men so that she could get drugs. Any type of drugs - lsd, acid, heroin, pot, anephetamines.
This book fucked up my insides because i know a few people that this could happen too. One of them i see it happening too as we speak. This girls whole drug-crazed frenzy started when she was invited to a "in" girls party where unknowingly she drank a coke bottle filled with lsd. From there on she became so "curious" and so desperate to fit in she tried everything leading to her being raped several times, beaten, homeless, prostituted, mental instutionalized, and her death.
When she finally decided she was done with the drugs, done with the people associated with the drugs, the group of people she used to hang out with thought it would be funny to lace a piece of candy with lsd and because of this one bad trip she mutilitated herself so that all of her fingers were down to the bone, she ripped out entire clumps of hair, and she scratched her face and body to shreds
Eventually the girl died over an overdose and whether it was intentional or premeditated was never found out.
I hope this girl I know, who I used to friends with, would snap out of the world shes putting herself into and come back into reality before something devestating like this happens.