Post by raynamcginty on Aug 19, 2014 19:26:52 GMT
A Dark World - Rayna McGinty
Gary was different. A poetic genius by day but by nightfall something dark managed to encompass his body, mind and soul. Darkness has a colossal amount of power over him and managed to actualize a whole new character. You could say that Gary had a split personality triggered by the loneliness of night. Gary produced poetry that was ethereal, he was a gifted young man of 28 and touched many hearts with his work. He wrote about life, love, struggle furthermore all factors that contributed to his strong compulsion to use heroin.
18th of May 2014, 11:47pm Gary Matthews was pronounced dead in his apartment. Paramedics rushed into the grotty flat after a call from a friend, Jacqueline Curry who found Gary unconscious on the floor. Jacqueline was a brilliant friend to Gary. She was completely devastated to have witnessed him in this state, she had helped him time after time to get him off heroin. He was meant to be going to rehab tomorrow. It didn't take the paramedics long to find out the cause of death as there was a needle lying next to Gary on the threadbare rug. A heroin overdose. The house was as lifeless as Gary's cold grey face. Wallpaper was beginning to peel off the walls, nictone stained the cieling, there was minimal furniture and rubbish piled in every corner of the living room.
4 years and 3 months earlier.
Gary was content with life, he was a photographer and had many friends. He spent his time capturing the beauty of the world and nature in its true form and then used these for inspiration for his poems. By doing so he earnt little money, just enough to survive on simplicity. He wasn't a materialistic person, he favoured the company of his friends and family far more. He struggled in his teenage years as he smoked marijuana which lead to his substance abuse of ecstasy. But he was clean now. Gary was happy to exist but little did he know that his life was going to change forever...
It was frosty winters morning and Gary woke up shivering in his bed, unable to move his body as his skin would touch a cold patch of the matress. Sighing, he quickly jumped out of bed and rolled his eyes as he tried to light a cigarette off his cooker. His gas had been cut off again. His palms started sweating and he clenched his fists as he could feel a sudden urge for nicotine within his body. After a few moments of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down Gary was distracted by the thought of nicotine as his phone rang. Picking up the phone expecting it to be his dad, demanding for the money he owed him, he prepared himself. It was his mum.
"G-Gary, please listen to me. I don't know how to tell you this but its you're dad..." His mother began to sniffle and Gary became increasingly agitated.
"Mum what about dad? What's happened?!" Gary urged down the phone.
"He was in a major accident last night on his way home from work, a car collided with him on the drivers side... They couldn't save him"
There was a piercing silence for a few moments while Gary tried to process what he had just been told.
With a lump in his throat Gary whispered "I need to be alone right now mum, I'll come by and see you tomorrow."
He hung up the phone.
Heart pulsing, scenes racing in his head, the nausea began to overcome his body. Gary was beginning to experience the sudden urges for a high that he did back when he was 16. Drugs seemed to be the only thing that could diminish the pain he was in. It's a struggle dealing with death and heartache for the average human but for Gary it was especially unbearable. He needed a fix, something far more powerful than he had ever taken before. He wanted to be in a whole new unexplainable world where reality did not exist.
Beads of sweat trickled down the side of Gary's rough skinned temple as he trembled and scuffled towards the eerie man down Walker Street. Walker Street was a dreich and narrow alley way. The loneliness of the alley undoubtedly reflected the isolation Gary felt, despite having his mum a phone call away, without his dad he felt incomplete. There was nothing more dispiriting than being in a crowd of people yet still feeling as if you were in solitary confinement. A quick handshake with the dealer and they exchanged £40 for a gram of crisp white powder. It was a bag of heroin. Gasping heavily Gary tried to collect himself together as he stumbled towards the exit of the street. His apartment wasn't far, only a couple of metres right on Junction Avenue.
Eventually Gary reached his house and he spilled onto his spring pillow couch. He flung the bag of deadly powder onto the table. Staring at it he said aloud to himself,
"Just this one hit... That's all I need. After that I'll stop, I just need something to calm me down."
Gary had convinced himself that he had overcome his addiction to drugs, he thought he could control himself and that he would be able to prevent anything bad from happening. He grabbed a leather belt, quickly tied it around his arm as a vein began to protrude from his skin. Despite never having taken heroin before he had been around users. Back in his teenage days he would attentively watch, step by step what his friends had done. The second step, Gary had to heat the powder up with a lighter until it began to bubble. Clenching his teeth sucked the liquid into the syringe and stabbed it into his arm, relaxing, the toxins and the heroin began to take affect...
An intense rush of the drug warmed and exhilarated Gary as he lay down on the floor. Eyes wide open he took a deep breath lifting his scrawny back off the ground. It was his idea of being in heaven, many people may consider Gary to be self destructive with this substance abuse but he saw it as a defence mechanism from reality. This was the best high Gary had ever had, stimulating his whole body. The experience was undescribable but exactly what he had hoped for.
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Gary was different. A poetic genius by day but by nightfall something dark managed to encompass his body, mind and soul. Darkness has a colossal amount of power over him and managed to actualize a whole new character. You could say that Gary had a split personality triggered by the loneliness of night. Gary produced poetry that was ethereal, he was a gifted young man of 28 and touched many hearts with his work. He wrote about life, love, struggle furthermore all factors that contributed to his strong compulsion to use heroin.
18th of May 2014, 11:47pm Gary Matthews was pronounced dead in his apartment. Paramedics rushed into the grotty flat after a call from a friend, Jacqueline Curry who found Gary unconscious on the floor. Jacqueline was a brilliant friend to Gary. She was completely devastated to have witnessed him in this state, she had helped him time after time to get him off heroin. He was meant to be going to rehab tomorrow. It didn't take the paramedics long to find out the cause of death as there was a needle lying next to Gary on the threadbare rug. A heroin overdose. The house was as lifeless as Gary's cold grey face. Wallpaper was beginning to peel off the walls, nictone stained the cieling, there was minimal furniture and rubbish piled in every corner of the living room.
4 years and 3 months earlier.
Gary was content with life, he was a photographer and had many friends. He spent his time capturing the beauty of the world and nature in its true form and then used these for inspiration for his poems. By doing so he earnt little money, just enough to survive on simplicity. He wasn't a materialistic person, he favoured the company of his friends and family far more. He struggled in his teenage years as he smoked marijuana which lead to his substance abuse of ecstasy. But he was clean now. Gary was happy to exist but little did he know that his life was going to change forever...
It was frosty winters morning and Gary woke up shivering in his bed, unable to move his body as his skin would touch a cold patch of the matress. Sighing, he quickly jumped out of bed and rolled his eyes as he tried to light a cigarette off his cooker. His gas had been cut off again. His palms started sweating and he clenched his fists as he could feel a sudden urge for nicotine within his body. After a few moments of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down Gary was distracted by the thought of nicotine as his phone rang. Picking up the phone expecting it to be his dad, demanding for the money he owed him, he prepared himself. It was his mum.
"G-Gary, please listen to me. I don't know how to tell you this but its you're dad..." His mother began to sniffle and Gary became increasingly agitated.
"Mum what about dad? What's happened?!" Gary urged down the phone.
"He was in a major accident last night on his way home from work, a car collided with him on the drivers side... They couldn't save him"
There was a piercing silence for a few moments while Gary tried to process what he had just been told.
With a lump in his throat Gary whispered "I need to be alone right now mum, I'll come by and see you tomorrow."
He hung up the phone.
Heart pulsing, scenes racing in his head, the nausea began to overcome his body. Gary was beginning to experience the sudden urges for a high that he did back when he was 16. Drugs seemed to be the only thing that could diminish the pain he was in. It's a struggle dealing with death and heartache for the average human but for Gary it was especially unbearable. He needed a fix, something far more powerful than he had ever taken before. He wanted to be in a whole new unexplainable world where reality did not exist.
Beads of sweat trickled down the side of Gary's rough skinned temple as he trembled and scuffled towards the eerie man down Walker Street. Walker Street was a dreich and narrow alley way. The loneliness of the alley undoubtedly reflected the isolation Gary felt, despite having his mum a phone call away, without his dad he felt incomplete. There was nothing more dispiriting than being in a crowd of people yet still feeling as if you were in solitary confinement. A quick handshake with the dealer and they exchanged £40 for a gram of crisp white powder. It was a bag of heroin. Gasping heavily Gary tried to collect himself together as he stumbled towards the exit of the street. His apartment wasn't far, only a couple of metres right on Junction Avenue.
Eventually Gary reached his house and he spilled onto his spring pillow couch. He flung the bag of deadly powder onto the table. Staring at it he said aloud to himself,
"Just this one hit... That's all I need. After that I'll stop, I just need something to calm me down."
Gary had convinced himself that he had overcome his addiction to drugs, he thought he could control himself and that he would be able to prevent anything bad from happening. He grabbed a leather belt, quickly tied it around his arm as a vein began to protrude from his skin. Despite never having taken heroin before he had been around users. Back in his teenage days he would attentively watch, step by step what his friends had done. The second step, Gary had to heat the powder up with a lighter until it began to bubble. Clenching his teeth sucked the liquid into the syringe and stabbed it into his arm, relaxing, the toxins and the heroin began to take affect...
An intense rush of the drug warmed and exhilarated Gary as he lay down on the floor. Eyes wide open he took a deep breath lifting his scrawny back off the ground. It was his idea of being in heaven, many people may consider Gary to be self destructive with this substance abuse but he saw it as a defence mechanism from reality. This was the best high Gary had ever had, stimulating his whole body. The experience was undescribable but exactly what he had hoped for.
Word Count: 1080
