Tears coursed down my checks as I remembered that fateful day which I had lost my father. Why did I get involved in drugs? Why? Why…
My mind was dizzy and I threw up, the nauseating smell stank in my mouth and I struggled to stay awake. My eyelids drooped and felt into a deep sleep. A blast of cold wind woke me up and I awoke with a start. The smell of puke was still etched in my mouth and I winced. Then I remembered the drugs. I searched frantically and my heart heaved a sigh of relieve when I found the familiar box near me. I zipped my jacket and started walking away.
Suddenly, a familiar figure walk towards me. It was my Dad! I shot off like a bullet train and willed my legs to run even faster. I could never let Dad catch me with drugs. After a while, I lost sight of him and stopped to catch my breath. Nearby, I could hear chants and I walked towards the crowd.
“Go! Go!” The crowd chanted. Everybody was cheering a young boy who was fishing with a net. I was watching so intensely that I did not realize that my box which contained my drugs had just dropped inside the drain. When I finally noticed, I was shocked. My precious box was gone! I rushed over to the boy and pleaded with him to rescue my box but he refused flatly. I had no choice but to rescue the box myself. Seething over his unwillingness to help me, I climbed over the railings and stretched my hands out, trying to reach for the box, but to no avail.
“Ahhh!” I screamed, plunging into the water. I surfaced and gasped for air which my lungs were screaming incessantly for. The fast, moving current dragged me along with it and I struggled against it. Exhausted, I gave up and let my body move along with the water. Closing my eyes, I prepared for the worst.
A sudden splash woke me up of my reverie. Someone had taken the plunge! A warm hand clutched mine and he pulled me towards the side of the drain. There, a group of men hauled me up and wrapped me in a warm blanket. I turned around to face my...