Author: Mikaela

Subject: Own series

Part: 1/1 (??)

Writer: Mikaela

Desclamier: All people are mine. Identical names arose by chance.

Description: Maybe to come.

Dedication: Myself and my friend from whom I had this idea. Don't worry, I'm only writing about a life of drug addicts I'm aba net one of them live normal and healthy with me there is no such thing and never !!

The life of a drug addict

> Flashback <

At first I had other joys in life. On the one hand, I had my friend Timo, who mostly supported me. And on the other hand, I had my two huskies, which I was happy to take care of.

It started many weeks before. I Inga went to ballet class with my friend, and I regularly snooped on. The girls in my group were already starting to whisper. What a cute guy I had. Together we practiced the pliee and the rest of it, as we were about to have a performance.Timo watched that day and gave me a little music box that I've always wanted. The other four looked curiously what he was giving me. After the training we had a short meal. This time Timo couldn't accompany me to the outside, but I didn't mind. But I ran into Bela, or rather he ran over me. He helped me up again in a friendly manner. Somehow I was so strange, my heart was kind of going crazy and jumping in the air.

Bela called me a week later, I wondered where he got my number from. Then it occurred to me that we had met again and I had given him my number. I quickly noticed that Timo was a bit strange towards Bela. I ignored it.

A few days after Bela had called me, he invited me to have a meal that he made himself. As a result, I didn't know what had happened to me at the time. I didn't notice Bela pouring something into my glass.It looked something like white powder. Of course I didn't taste it as it was tasteless. The food was well prepared and slowly I noticed that I was a bit dizzy. Bela asked me what was going on, but by then I had already stepped away.

Eight hours later ...

I woke up for eight hours feeling miserable. "Are you okay?" Bela asked me, who was sitting next to me. I nodded slightly because I was joking and I didn't want to say much.

I sat up slowly. I was lying on the couch in the living room that looked very cozy. He helped me up.

"Should I accompany you home?" He asked and again I nodded. "Thank you, that would be nice of you." I said then. We slowly walked out of his house because I was still quite dizzy and I didn't quite know what had happened.

> Flashback end <

This is how it all started. That's how I get to know this despicable Bela. He was a drug dealer and when he invited me to eat he had put me under anesthetic.I would not have noticed it. He slept with me and injected me with a remedy. So he would have made me addicted to drugs.

I saw Timo less now and I also slacked off in ballet. I was always tired and slept most of the day. Bela started blackmailing me with a picture since we met again. Bela showed me this picture and iuch ticked off. It could be seen that a syringe was stuck in my arm and that something was in there. I knew then that it was him who had made me addicted to drugs.

Bela demanded that I continue to use drugs. Since he had this picture he made it, because if my parents found out about it I would never be able to do ballet again. So I agreed.

It went well for two weeks. I paid for his drugs with my money but afterwards I didn't know what to do next. So I looked for a job. I still went to ballet lessons, but I quickly deteriorated too much. My job only went on at night until dawn.I striped in a bar and got the money for the drugs. bela had managed to make me dependent. The boss of the bar was strict and did not tolerate drugs. I assured Inga that I didn't take any and so I got the job.

My boss thought I was already over 18 and hired me straight away.

Bela visited this bar once too. I was sure he hadn't recognized mic, but it wasn't. Bela recognized me, of course, and slipped me a ten. I just wanted this to be over at last. It went on for many months. I was still a slave to Bela. Even my parents didn't notice anything, only my friend Timo was of the opinion that I had changed.

That was true, but I didn't expect Inga to notice that something was wrong with me. I assured him that there was nothing and I was fine.

Eight more months later ...

After school, I didn't even think about going home, I passed my time window shopping until the evening.I slowly made my way to 18 Schreitenstrasse, where I worked. Timo must have followed me and watched. My boss reacted immediately and kicked Timo out again because he said I wasn't over 18. Of course, my boss didn't believe him. I danced to keep making money.

After my lessons I got ready for my next round and put on new makeup. Then Timo reappeared without me noticing anything. Since I was in the back I didn't know he was here. My colleague asked me what when she saw the little music box. That's where I kept my makeup and drugs. "Does she play music too?" She asked and simply took it. "Can't you ask ...? Give them back ..."; c hissed at her. "It's good ..." she said and put them back in their place. "Bitch ..." she added quietly. Timo surprised me from behind. Then I bumped into the little music box where my drugs, or better Bela's drugs, were inside.

My boss couldn't believe it."I didn't say drugs, little one ...", he said and threw me and Timo out of the bar. "I can explain everything ..." I said to Timo and looked at him slightly. Somehow I didn't dare to look at him. "How can you Inga ..." "; so Timo." It can't go any further ... it's over ... ", he added and moved away. I sat there for a while and thought about it after my life. you could call this life at all. I don't think so. I realized that I had to fight against it and the best thing to do was to start with it. Because I would fight for Timo. Bela can be prepared for something.

end

So this will be a one-shoot if I can't think of anything else ...

Mikaela