The Gift and the Cures

I was born with both a gift and a curse, and one night I ran away from Michigan, where I had grown up. I thought my mother's summer punishment was brutal and heartless. I didn't know what to do, which worried and confused me. After walking for miles along the highway, a man in a sapphire-blue Dodge Viper SRT10 Roadster pulled up alongside me and asked if I wanted a ride. Of course, I did. When that happened, a handsome older Russian man did something that changed my life forever. He stepped on the gas pedal, and we speeded up. My stomach was in my throat, which scared and energized me. I forgot everything that was happening in my life. When everything in your life is out of your control, I found that feeling uneasy was fun. My cool, street-smart grandmother and I ended up living together in Vermont, where life was perfect until I turned 18. I was about to graduate from Essex with my high school diploma. During a mental breakdown, my mind tried to kill my soul (Suicide). I gave in to my mind's confusion, depravity, and fear, and ran away from my inner self. I got high by smoking pot, doing drugs, and drinking whiskey. I met a woman with the nickname "The Dragon" because I was always broke and lonely. Heroin is actually The Dragon's real name. I had to inject her into me, which made me have an affair against my nature. I was addicted to heroin, and I didn't want to stop using it. I took people's things and ended their lives. I was eventually arrested and given a three-year prison sentence.