OCROCR

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, the shrill pitch of the alarm was like nails on a chalkboard, but I had always found myself waking up to alarms that were obnoxiously loud significantly better at waking me up. It was a rather odd feeling, an alarm that wasn't loud wouldn't wake me up, but one that would pierce my ear drums would. I stumbled out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to make my way to the shower. It was 1:05 am, I needed to be at work at 2:15, and I could never make myself sleep when I needed to. I always found myself waking up an hour before, and the result was that I was always late. I passed by the mirror in my room as I made my way to the door, the mirror was old, it had been given to me by my mother. It was a strange thing of hers, she was a rather odd person, and I had always found myself feeling like she had given me a lot of things I didn't need. All of my furniture, my bed sheets, the shower curtain, my bed frame, everything. I always thought she would have given it to my sister, it would have made more sense to me. So I continued on my way, and I walked into the bathroom to take my shower. My bathroom was actually pretty clean, the towels were hung up, the toilet paper was still on the roll, the trash had been taken out, I wasn't always good at keeping the bathroom clean, but I had gotten better at it. I turned on the hot water, it was hot, it was hot enough that it felt like it was burning my skin. I got in, the water cascading down my back, it was maybe a little too hot, but that was okay. I washed my hair, and washed my body, and then I hopped out of the shower. I brushed my teeth, and then I got dressed, I put on my standard green polo, along with my blue jeans. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, before I left for work. I walked in, and I noticed something strange,OCR had been left on the counter. I didn't know how it got there, but I figured my sister must have put it there. I knew she had been experimenting with drugs lately, I didn't have proof of it, but I could tell. She had been acting weird, and I figured drugs were the explanation. I picked up the bag, and I looked at it, the chemical smell was significantly stronger than I had noticed before, it was absolutely putrid. It had a strange, chemical smell, it was putrid, the smell was disgusting. I held the bag up, and I noticed that the powder had caked onto the bottom of the bag, it was strange, I didn't know what had made it do that. I figured it was probably the heat, since it had been left on the counter. I went back to the fridge, grabbed a cup of coffee, and I took a sip, it was hot, it burned the inside of my mouth. I put the cup down and I decided to roll a blunt. I grabbed a blunt wrap, and the bag ofOCR, and I began to roll it. I put the powder inside of the blunt wrap, and I rolled it up, I twisted the ends and then I lit it. I put it in my mouth, and I took a hit, I held it in my lungs for a second, and I exhaled. Nothing happened, and I figured id probably just smoked too littleOCR to feel anything. I took another hit, I inhaled, held it in my lungs, and exhaled. Nothing happened, I still didn't feel anything. So I took another hit, and then another hit after that, and then another, I kept taking hits, and then I started to feel something. I felt lightheaded, my head spun, and I started to feel like I was going to pass out. I felt my vision blur, and then I passed out. I don't know how long I was out, but I woke up in my room, surrounded by paramedics. They were giving me narcan, I looked over and I saw my sister, she had tears in her eyes, and I looked away from her. I was put on a gurney, and I was hauled out of my apartment and into the ambulance. I looked over at my sister as I was being taken away, she had tears streaming down her eyes, and I looked away from her, I looked up at the light on the ceiling of the ambulancecab. I closed my eyes, I couldn't look over at her, and I passed out again.<br><br>When I woke up, I was in the hospital, I looked over and my sister was sitting next to me, she was asleep, and I didn't want to wake her up. So I waited until she woke up, and then I talked to her, I asked her what had happened, and she told me that she had woken up and found me on the ground, she said she thought I had been dead, she said she had called the paramedics, and they had hauled me away. I told her id probably never do it again, and she believed me. But I lied, I was gonna do it again. And I did, a week after I got home from the hospital, I tookOCR again, I rolled another blunt, and I smoked it, I took a hit, and I held it in my lungs, and I exhaled, I felt nothing, so I took another hit, and another, and another, until I was out ofOCR. I was so upset, I didn't have enough, so I took the last of my weed, and I smoked that. I took a hit, and I held it in my lungs, and I exhaled, I felt absolutely nothing, I was so upset, id rather have killed myself accidentally, than to have taken such a large amount ofOCR and gotten nothing out of it. I took another hit, and I felt nothing, I was so dejected id rather have been dead than to have absolutely wasted a good amount ofOCR. I put the blunt out, it was dead, I had taken too many hits, and there was nothing left but ash. I got up, and I walked over to my bed, I hopped in, and I went to sleep, I had failed myself, and that was the last time I ever tookOCR.