Why should I relive that gruesome nightmare. The nightmare of the day I lost my best friend, my best friend was a boy named Thomas, we had been friends for about 13 years. He had moved to a bigger city than I and therefor it was hard to keep in touch, one day i visited him for his fathers birthday and they told me he had been smoking and i though oh well no problem, and that I should go see him, I went to his room saw him and turned around the minute I saw him. Hes room had a scent of tobacco mostly but also vomit and other nasty stuff, but that was not the problem the problem was what he was doing.
At this time his parents and my parents had left the house to eat dinner so we were alone.
He was sitting there in his room with a god damned syringe, I dont know what was in it but judging from his eyes and face it wasnt his medicine, it was drugs, I have never been hurt so badly in my entire life than when I saw that.
Sajro
