It’s Only 10 AM
It wasn’t even noon, and Tina was already calling me, her voice hurried and full of excitement. “Come on, let’s go,” she said. “I met this guy online. He’s got the good stuff.” I knew what she meant and I knew it was a bad idea, but Tina had this way of pulling you into her chaos, like a storm you couldn’t outrun. She promised it would be quick—a hit or two, and then we’d leave. I told myself I was just tagging along to keep her safe, but deep down, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to say no. The lure of the high mixed with the uneasy pit in my stomach as I climbed into her beat-up car.
The guy lived in some run-down apartment complex on the edge of town. The kind of place where people vanish and no one asks questions. He greeted us with a crooked smile and led us inside, where the air was thick with desperation and bad decisions. Tina was in her element, laughing, flirting, completely oblivious to the red flags waving all around us. I sat on the edge of a stained couch, watching as she lit up and handed me the pipe. The high hit fast, but so did the paranoia. I could feel the walls closing in as the guy’s friendly demeanor shifted to something darker. I knew we needed to leave, but Tina wasn’t listening. She was too far gone.
By the time I made it home, Tina was nowhere to be found. Her car wasn’t in the driveway, her phone went straight to voicemail, and the hours stretched into the night. I told myself she’d show up eventually; she always did. But this time was different. Days passed, and still, there was no sign of her. I can’t read comments in your language, but thank you for any feedback. Let’s chat.