White Widow

The day was hot, sweltering. Beth wiped the sweat from her head, and
sat down on the grass. She was in the park with her mates. A usual
thing for them to do in the summer holidays. Her boyfriend was there
with her too. He was Luke, gorgeous, a blue-eyed dreamer. They loved
each other to death, he would soon be the cause of her death too but
she didn't realize how dangerous he really could be...

Keri was Beth's best friend, she pulled out a bag. It was full of dope.
About 2 ounces. Beth smiled. "Oh, yes," she said "now the day is
perfect!" Keri continued to roll a spliff. It was fat and packed with
the mellowing drug. Beth sparked it up and took a drag, long and hard.
Her face lit up as she passed it to Luke. As the day went on they
finished the whole bag. Beth was fucked! Red-eye had set in, aswell as
paranoia and the muncies of course. She knew it was time to go home to
eat and sleep it off.

For most of the holidays this drug taking was routine. Soon enough Beth
wanted a better high. She turned to Luke for help. He knew what he
could get, drugs so strong they'll knock you senseless. Beth did't care
about the consiquences, she just wanted a better high. So Luke helped
her. He went to his dealer and bought an ounce of White Widow, a drug
laced with cocaine. Luke rolled up some joints with Beth. She smoked
the ounce with him. Something wasn't right though. She felt like she
was gasping for air. Her throat seized up. Her eyes rolled back into
her head and she collapsed to the floor in heap. She started shaking
violently and throwing up. Luke was too messed on drugs to help her and
the result....

Beth died. She choked to death on her own vomit. All she was seeking
was a better high and she died. Shes forever gone now because if a
stupid drug. Ask yourself one question, whats more important life or
drugs. In the words of Ewan McGregor...."CHOOSE LIFE!"