Speak Up

Ever since I was kid I never thought I would ever smoke or do drugs. I started smoking weed when I moved to California a few months after my dad died. The first time I had ever seen meth was when I was 14 at a friends house. At that point I had been smoking weed all the time, doing ecstasy, Molly, and other pills. I was automatically intrigued by it, it was something new that I'd never done or experienced. So I smoked meth for the first time at only age 14. I automatically felt an insane rush of happiness, and awareness. I thought it was amazing so I kept doing it. I was supposed to be home that night at 9 but I didn't want to go home while I was high on meth, so I was just going to wait until the high was over. But the high wouldn't go away and when it started, I didn't like the come down so I kept smoking more and more of it. My parents showed up at my friends house where I was at about 11 pm that night. I ran with one my guy friends and hid in some random persons back hard for at least 5 hours. It was so cold and I was wearing shorts and tshirt but I didn't dare move or get up. Every single sound I heard, whether it was the wind or a bird made me freak out, I was so scared. I was paranoid of everything. Luckily my guy friend was a good person and didn't try anything but held me to keep me warm. The time went by so fast, an hour felt like a minute. At 4 am. We left the backyard and went back to our friends house, we stayed there and continued smoking meth, until around 10 am then my parents were on their way again, I left with same friend and hid in a creek with him, I was so scared and didn't know what else to do. We were muddy, wet, and dirty. It had been hours so I gave up we walked back to the house around 2 pm and smoked weed. My step dad and my sisters boyfriend showed up and told me to get in the car, I had a skateboard in my hand and when they started grabbing me and pulling me I freaked out and started swinging my board, luckily I didn't hit anyone with it but when my mom showed up and saw what was happening she called the cops. when the sherif got their I had my hands in my pockets and wouldn't take them out. I didn't understand what he was saying or asking and suddenly I was being slammed on the ground and then I felt a complete burning sensation rush over my entire face, I couldn't see and I felt like my face was literally on fire. They handcuffed and searched me and put me in the back of the police car. I got charged with assault with a deadly weapon and resisting arrest. I'm now 15 with a felony and misdemeanor thankfully I learned my lesson and haven't touched meth since then I've been sober off everything since that day. I'm getting my life back on track and will never touch meth again. My life became a mess within the first 24 hours of me ever smoking meth.