Crystal Meth

August 15, 2011
By BreeTayler PLATINUM, Carlisle, Arkansas
BreeTayler PLATINUM, Carlisle, Arkansas
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Favorite Quote:
"Where there is love there is life." --Ghandi


I breathed in, staring back at the stranger in front of me. Her eyes, beautifully covered with a silver shadow. Her hair, effortlessly tasseled to perfection. Her nails, carefully filed and manicured. Her shoulders, rolled back in confidence. I exhaled with lousy satisfaction. “Perfect.” I whispered as I watched the stranger mouth the word in precise synchronization.

I then take a look at my surroundings. I was closed in by four nasty puke-yellow walls with five tin stalls lined together at the corner. Scribbles of curses and passionate oaths to lovers covered the bricks, the tile, the glass… Signs of adolescence were clearly stated.

A girl rushes in, invading my private thoughts with her intensity. She slams her books down on the tile with what seemed like rage. The action made me jump. She grasped the sink with her hands until her knuckles and fingertips turned white. I could plainly see from where I stood that she was shaking. I don’t know why but, I was confused. Not amused, not worried. Confused.

She was breathing heavy. Tears formed underneath her glasses. She shook her head back and forth, I could hardly catch what was printed on her forehead, Crystal-Meth.

The recognition was quick. Her name was Crystal Metheni, but had the notorious nickname of Crystal-Meth. Her hair was short, cut like a boys. Her pants weren’t long enough. Her shoes too gaudy. She was picked on, bullied. She was a nobody.

Crystal ripped sheets of brown paper towels from the dispenser with enough anger to break it. She ran the wad underneath the faucet and scrubbed the letters off her head. She looked to be hurting herself, causing a long streak of red from the force she willingly applied. She threw down the wad with a scream of agony. It hit the linoleum with an inferior thud.

She looked up then. Like she had just realized she was not alone. She turned her head to look at me. The act was strong, fierce, hostile. Her eyes, that were the strangest but most beautiful color, were pleading. They were expectant. They were desperate. My stomach wrenched with guilt. I could see she was slowly slipping away, cutting the strings that held her to this world one at a time, one after the other.. Could this be the final string? I felt a new kind of pain. One that squeezes your lungs until you have to gasp for air. One that stings your nose and makes your eyes water almost painfully. I wanted to help her. To speak to her. To be her friend when no one else would. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, pat her back, and tell her to keep holding on. I acted without thought. I took a step closer , I raised my hand with pity and with comfort. Her face was a mixture of hope and confusion. It reflected mine.

But then I stopped. I thought of others and what they would say. I thought of my reputation and the “perfect” girl I barely knew. My hand dropped quickly and suddenly; a dead weight. I tore my eyes away from the girl who looked up to me with anticipation. I fidgeted with my shirt and ran my fingers through my hair. I dabbed at my eyes and straightened my posture. I left and I didn’t look back.

I never saw Crystal Metheni again.


The author's comments:
true story.

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potatohead said...
on Aug. 22 2011 at 11:36 am
potatohead, Kentucky, Louisiana
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This was really great. I loved that it was realistic and beautiful at the same time. Also, you portrayed the characters and their emotions perfectly. I felt like I could relate to them.

ambnyc SILVER said...
on Aug. 20 2011 at 1:16 am
ambnyc SILVER, Rego Park, New York
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Favorite Quote:
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. - Dr. Seuss

You switch tenses, past to present, several times throughout. Pick one tense and stay with it.

Interesting story!


on Aug. 19 2011 at 11:31 am
Jessi_suarez1 GOLD, Kissimmee, Florida
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wow this piece was extremely touching. you have a natural talen that reaches peoples soul. job well done!

on Aug. 18 2011 at 11:20 pm
Readqueenz7 SILVER, Oak Park, Illinois
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Wow. This was really beautiful. I loved how you didn't tie it up with ribbons and bows, all the true feelings, even if they're sad/scary to admit, are there. I really connected to this and feel that it speaks to a lot of what it means to be a teenager. Beautiful

on Aug. 18 2011 at 6:12 pm
meganwagner21 PLATINUM, Old Bridge, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes good things have to fall apart so better things can fall together." -Marilyn Monroe
"Nobody can go back and make a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." -Maria Robinson

this a sad, sad story. it was beautifully written

on Aug. 18 2011 at 9:37 am
Garnet77 PLATINUM, Sinagpore, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything's a triangle." ~ My mother

"Write what you love, write what you care about, because sometimes, it's the easiest way to be heard."

True??? Wow. I love how you captured the moment in this story, but it's kind of sad to think about. Great job though :)

paige14 GOLD said...
on Aug. 17 2011 at 10:05 pm
paige14 GOLD, Portsmouth, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Say what you need to say--John Mayer

Wow...this is great. It's awful that it's true. That anyone would have to go through that. It kinda reminds be of the song "How To Save a Life" by The Fray. All about what's right and what's easy and what could be that final string. THis story is truly wonderful (and I teared up a little bit)

on Aug. 17 2011 at 8:28 pm
SecretFlame PLATINUM, Portland, Oregon
20 articles 1 photo 375 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I have a life. I just choose to ignore it."
-one of my friends

This is a great story, but I wish it wasn't true. The description was amazing. I hope next time you're able to do what's write and not what's easy.

on Aug. 17 2011 at 7:56 pm
CarrieAnn13 GOLD, Goodsoil, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." --Douglas Adams

"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane." --Marcus Aurelius

This is a great story!  I love the personnification of chrystal meth and the descriptions were amazing.  Excellent work!


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