Destructive Love

Destructive Love

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Joe didnt care about life. All he wanted to do was party. Drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes. Girls didnt interest him. He would rather hang out with his friends. Then he met Chelsea. She was a party girl but she did more than drink. She took heroin as well. It didnt take long before she got Joe hooked on the drug. They began to spend all their time together getting high. They didnt care if they went without food as long as they could get money for a hit. They didnt care if they lost their friends. All that mattered was the heroin and each other.

When they couldnt get the drug or ran out of money they would have terrible withdrawals. Shaking,sweating,mood swings. Their bodies ached. Joe couldnt handle Chelseas constant whining when they were like this as he had no patience and lashed out at her, hitting her more than once. But she didnt leave. They needed eachother. They were in too deep. They couldnt get off the stuff no matter how hard they tried. One night they were lieing on the bed in their one bedroom flat. They hadnt had a hit for over a day and couldnt get any.

They began to argue. Joe grabbed a knife and began to threaten to kill her. "Do it!" Chelsea screamed. "Just do it! I'm sick of this life! I'm sick of it all!" She jumped on him to antagonise him more and screamed and yelled. They wrestled onto the floor. Rolling around he tried to get her off him. After struggling for about 5 minutes they both stopped,panting and exhausted.

Joe staggered to the bathroom. He had just remembered he had hidden 2 pills in the cabinet. It would help to calm them down for a few hours. He threw the pill on the ground next to Chelsea, who was still moaning on the floor.Then he climbed into bed. He had forgotten about the knife. He must have dropped it when they were fighting. Chelsea took the pill. By the time she staggered into bed Joe was asleep. She felt a stabbing pain in her side. As she put her hand on it she was shocked to see blood. Joe had stabbed her by mistake. She did not know how bad it was but knew it was not good. But she couldnt be bothered trying to wake him up.

As she lay there thinking she knew this was her chance to escape life. She had really had enough. She grabbed the knife off the floor and cut her wrist. To help speed up the process of blood loss and iminent death. She threw the knife down and grabbed Joes hand, pulling it over her for comfort. To have him holding her as she died. She whispered his name but he never heard her. As she drifted off she hoped he knew how much she had loved him but would not go on anymore. Every waking moment was hell. Wondering where their next hit was coming from. Wondering what they were to do when the money ran out as they were starting to steal now and she hated it. Wondering how they could ever get clean and live a normal life. She couldnt take it anymore. She woke up once more.It was morning. The sheets were soaked in her blood. She was light headed. She felt no pain. She didnt have enough energy to speak. All she wanted to do was turn over and hug Joe but as she tried she knew it was too late. A few minutes later she was dead. Joe woke up to find her covered in blood. He was devestated and sat there for hours in shock. Finally the police arrived but he was never charged as they said it was suicide. He tried to get off the heroin. He couldnt. He couldnt live without Chelsea either. So he got a double hit of the drug and overdosed on purpose. Now he could be with her again. Two lives. With everything to live for. Turned to nothing Worthless. Ruined by a drug that had taken control of their lives. And also ended it copyright gothgirl 2009