It’s the last time!

«I have to stop, I sold everything to buy the junk. I can’t keep asking my mother for money and then I’m losing track of time. I sleep late, sometimes I wake up in the most unlikely places and I don’t remember how I got there. I feel lost, confused… I feel bad. Just think all started for fun. That night, at Nicolas’s party, they asked me if I wanted to try and do a line. I accepted without thinking a second, it seemed cool! I put my nose to the roll of paper and sucked. After a few seconds I felt in seventh heaven… my heart was beating fast, an adrenaline rush catapulted me into a crazy dimension: everything was floating around me, I was a balloon of magic dust hanging from the ceiling. Then, someone must have fired into the air because the balloon was punctured and I found myself with my face squashed on the floor, naked, my body was empty. The first time I was ashamed, I felt I sold my dignity as a man for an ounce of white powder, a stupid game in which I had played without thinking of the consequences. I was thirsty for omnipotence and didn’t even know it. So I continued! A second, a third time and then again… but that’s enough now. I don’t know who I am and what I’m doing anymore, could you please help me?»

«You need see a doctor, the ambulance is on its way. Did you try to ask your family for help? How can I help you? If you want, can I call your mother?»

«No no, my mother doesn’t have to know. Could you lend me some money please? It’s the last time.»

The passerby shook his head and after helping the young boy to get up from the lawn, he left with infinite sadness.

It’s not a game.

There’s no first and last time.

The junk kills.

But even those who survive it, drugs steal life, in exchange for moments of omnipotence.

You think that balloon could still fly light, with the only magic powder that costs nothing and doesn’t destroy: love.