It was a cold bleak night. The wind sent chills and shivers across his nerves. His eyes were closed. Everything seemed to be still except his trembling hands owing to the extreme coldness. He opened his eyes again, trying to focus on not letting the strong urge pull him under and wash through him.
He sighed and small white vortexes blew out from his mouth. He crouched over the bus stop which could shelter him from the terrible snow. Before he could control his mind, he inserted his hands into his thick outer coat. He took out a packet of capsules as the surge of desire ran through his sinew. He tore the aluminIum foil but suddenly, his eyes popped open and his hands instinctively tossed it in front to a heap of snow.
He regretted how this could be happening to him. He had never imagined this could be the consequences. Everything would have been different if he had listened to his parents' advice and had been aware of his peers.
"Can you stop controlling my life? It's not my life anymore! You're such a control freak!" he shouted at the top of his voice at his mother.
"How dare you use that tone on me, young man", her voice was harshly clipped, "Go to your room!"
It was then with a bang he swung the door shut behind. He had a strong aversion to her labeling him 'young man' like a 10-year-old kid and God, he was 18 years old!
He doubted if it was the reason to all these. He remembered he could not bear cramming for approaching examinations. He could not stand the way his parents exerted pressure on him in such a way that he felt so miserable, stressed and anguished. He did not want a life like that. He felt compelled to sacrifice his entertainment, his dream of being a professional artistic pianist, his chance of catching the trade winds in his sail, and something much more than these, the opportunity of finding a more significant meaning in life. He thought it could have been much more different than a tedious life of being a rag doll, insanely manipulated by a control freak.
Plunging himself into a drug-induced stupor, he realised that he could find his relief through drugs. Nothing at all to suggest that he could be so addicted to drugs like any other of his friends. In wild fanatic, they danced in order to find a release; away from a realistic world into a sheer fantasy. The ecstasy ran amok in a quick tempo with the unfamiliar hot music blaring out from the hidden stereo.
The background changed to the fiendishly icy bus stop. Tears which welled up in his eyes streamed down his unkempt face. His hands simply lingered upon his eyes and deep in his heart, he braced for the familiar overwhelmed feelings. He chided himself for blubbering like a big baby.
A thicker cloth draped across his shoulders down to his back out of the blue. Glancing upward, he was taken aback by the silhouetted figures looming before him. As the tears blurred his sight, he wiped them away and scrutinised each of them carefully.
"Mum? dad?"
His mother languidly leaned across him and in a swift movement, she got him in her hug before her stream of apologies burst out. She broke down with her hands wrapping around him.
"Mum and dad should be more caring to you, darling. Give us another chance. We will start all over again." Dad's detached voice was infused with a great depth of sincerity and apology.
They embraced in a circle and felt the warmth together. He burst out in tears for his ignorance, as he was moved by his parents' unbounded forgiveness. For now, he was determined to give himself a chance to start his life anew. There is no turning back. He firmly decided to break through his addiction by going into rehab, for the sake of his family. After all, family was all that mattered in the end.
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