Author: Lucka Brandyova
Location: Kolin
[transcribed by Jan Horvath, Jr.]
My friend Lukas came from a pretty decent family. His father worked, and his mother was on maternity leave. They never had any problems with him, but towards the end of school his grades got worse. Already by that time he had started going to the disco and had got to know a gang of guys there.
He fell in love with a girl named Monika. But after a while he found out that she was taking drugs. He tried to talk her out of it. He even offered to help her check in for rehab. But she refused everything; she claimed she could stop on her own anytime she wanted.
At a disco where Monika was celebrating her seventeenth birthday, Lukas tried heroin for the first time. At first he didn’t like injecting it, but in the end he acquired a taste for it. And in front of everybody else, he didn’t want to look as if he were chicken.
Lukas’ family didn’t suspect anything, even though his grades got still worse and he failed two courses. They found out after it was too late. They forbade Lukas to go to discos if he couldn’t bring up his grades. But by now Lukas was addicted to heroin. He couldn’t hold out — without his daily dose, he was in unbearable pain. He improved his grades, but he was still addicted.
When they were celebrating the end of the school year, Lukas took a bigger dose than usual, couldn’t handle it, and collapsed. The doctors tried everything, but they couldn’t save him. The diagnosis: heroin overdose. Lukas’ body couldn’t take the strain.
But this event did help someone. Monika left the gang, finished school and got a job. Lukas was seventeen when he died. We remember him still today, and there’s one thing we know: we will never touch drugs._______
On 16 May 2002 Petra, Usti nad Labem, responded:
I am sorry for what happened. I know about a similar case, but it had ahappy ending. The boy I know realized that he was goinmg through somethingdangerous in time. I am sorry that this story has such a tragical end.
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ITS SUCH SHAME SADLY I USED THIS DRUG FOR JUT UNDER A YEAR IT RUINED MY LIFE BUT SOMEONE SAVED ME OK I FEEL AWFUL NOW AND THEN BUT I BEAT THEM SO J=KEEP KEEP TRING