Part 19

I don't have any excuse to as to why I did it. I hadn't been abused or neglected as a c***d, although I was a bit mad I was a fairly intelligent individual and I was well aware of the magnitude of my decision but still there I was a week before heading off to teaching college sitting on the floor of the bong house pulling the belt wrapped round my arm as tightly as I could. And as Angie pierced my skin with the needle I knew I was doing it only because I wanted too. With a gasp I went on to the roller coaster before spewing the contents of my stomach everywhere.