Dear Diary,
As I told you, I was a bright, brilliant officer with a wife, and I was about to become a CEO, only blocked by that bloody Vincent! He put some heroin in my drink. From then onwards, my body relied on heroin, and I have no choice but to obey. I then found a drug dealer who sold vast amounts of heroin. Next, my body succumbed to the bloody drug! I wanted more...more...more heroin! Since then, I carried heroin wherever I went...And you guessed it, I ran out of money. So, to sustain my body, I snatched, robbed, stole my company's money...so much money just to buy the damn bloody heroin!! Then, I found some gangsters getting money for heroin, just like me. We were all similar, so we ganged up, terrorized the area, robbed banks and did so much things that I really regretted. However, I have no choice but to keep doing this... Then, my boss found me acting strange lately, due to me having a pale face, yellow eyes and aching a lot. By dumb luck, my boss sent me to a hospital for a checkup. Then, he found out that my body had traces of heroin! My boss and my wife were terribly shaken! From there onwards, there was only despair..despair...and more despair!!! My wife divorced me, I lost my job, my reputation ruined, I have nothing...nothing at all.. Then the police came, caught me, and here I am, going to the Searidge Drug Rehab Centre. Its surroundings calmed me down tremendously, but not enough...never enough to suppress my desire - my wish to seek hatred and revenge!
17th October 2011
Dear Diary,
2nd November 2011
Dear Diary,
Now, my symptoms are almost gone. I start to feel the tranquility of the place. The place, Annapolis Valley, faces the sea and had mountains surrounding it. The air is less polluted and I enjoy it, especially at night, when I leave the window open, it becomes a natural air-conditioner. The beautiful melody of the waves hitting the beach is like a lullaby putting me to sleep. As for my diet, I get to indulge in very healthy food. Food seems to be tastier now to my taste buds, which are previously suppressed by heroin.
12th November 2013
Dear Diary,
Today is my day in the rehabilitation centre. Finally, after thirty long days, I can face the society once again. I flipped through my previous entries, and I am truly amazed at how my behaviour had changed tremendously from rough and violent person to a gentle and calm new me. Looking back at my past, I feel grateful for being sent into the rehabilitation centre. I shall not forget the ordeal which I went through. It is my turning point in my very own story, which is yet to end. Facing society will be hard but with faith and bravery, I will overcome any obstacles that come in my way. However, I feel something is missing. Oh yes! My good friends! Looks like I will have to gain their trust in me again and accept the new me.
Goodbye, my old self. Hello to a new me!
Written by,
Neoh Zhi Wen
Sri Kuala Lumpur International School
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