Arthur met in the colonies. We became friends from the very beginning of the colony. Zwierzaliśmy themselves to with their problems, it was wonderful. Sometimes we wondered what would happen if the colonies come to an end ... Everybody was talking about us that we're a pair, each was wrong. We were just good friends. We spent the whole day together, went everywhere together, we could not leave even for a moment, because I immediately felt an emptiness in our hearts. Days passed and the colony was coming to an end ... The day has come, in which she was,,''a farewell disco. We did not want to go on it, uprosiliśmy teacher to let us be at the center. When we were in the room, I noticed tears in his eyes ... ,,''I threw up in my arms, sobbing Arthur:-I do not want to part with you, I do not want! - Krzyczałam.-Anita, I do not want do not want to leave you. You're my most important person in my life. I did not want to tell you, but I have to, because I know that if you did not say this now, for life regret his conduct. I have very little time ... - Arthur looked at me sadly. The last sentence scared me ...- Arthur, what are you talking about? - I felt that nothing good ...- Sit down - my friend started to walk around the room. I sat and waited, what powie.-You may have noticed that over the last few days I've been anxious? - Spytał.-Yes. I noticed that you were so, so ... ,, Another''... Still you were sad and pensive, in your eyes I saw fear. I thought it was the trip, but I feel that not only. What is it? Say - poprosiłam.-At first I was afraid you like to admit it, because I thought that you despise me, just like the rest ...- What, the rest''? - Spytałam.-We do not understand?-...- I'm not a drug addict ... ***
What could I do? I cried. My friend hugged me to her. I asked:-How was it? How it all began, from what? You said that puts in your home is, more or less''? _Mówiłem you that my parents, my life was perfect. It was not. My father drank and beat his mom at the same time. My sister ran away from home, I met fellow addict ... And so it began - Arthur looked me in the eye and said: forgive me? Please!-How could you doubt it? The fact that,, take''it's not your fault, it is a disease. Arthur want to help you ...- thank Anita. Thank you for being with me ...
*** The following day we drove to the house. I sat with Arthur on the bus, promising each other that We will write to each other. I still had tears in his eyes. Arthur wiped them with his handkerchief to me, promising that it will not reach for,, ashes''that he will do it for me, because he knows that someone has to live. Bidding farewell to each other, we cried like little,''babies, although we had,''quite a lot of springs on,, account.'' Arthur was 16 years old, I am less than a 13th Everyone laughed at us, but we did not care, it was our most important moment in my life. Breakthrough moment, the moment of entry into adulthood. Arthur sadly looked at his watch and announced that it has go. I also had. - I gotta go ... I promise that I will try ...- You do not have to promise, I know - at this point, our faces moved closer to each other ... It was my first pocałunke. A kiss from someone you love and who loves me. When the parents got in the car, I noticed that around Arthur is not one to wait for him, it was not even there ... I once read that only one,''a person who is waiting for us with outstretched arms, is the death of ... After two days of arriving home, I received a letter from Arthur. He wrote, that began to take, he could not break free from this that there is strength. Reading this letter, I cried, I felt helpless that I can not, I can not help him. I wrote back, asking him to stop, to do this with a view to me. Over the next week I was in constant fear. Arthur did not give,, sign''of life. I was afraid muślałam the worst. When months passed, I began to call to his colleagues - "junkies.'' I was afraid of what I will answer, but I had to know ... I guess only the seventh time, when I asked by Arthur, the boy did not put down the handset. Prev just like they did. The boy knew who I was, I asked:-Are you the Anita? "Yes. What happens to Arthur! - I cried with tears in oczach.-Do not scream! It's not a conversation telefon.-Speak! - I wściekła.-As you wish. Arthur overdosed. ,,''Przekopyrtnął się.-What do you mean - I did not understand, or rather I did not want rozumieć.-died! Do you understand? He died. - Slowly hung up. I do not know what happens next to me has happened. I woke up in hospital. In bed siedzielu rodzice.-Anita, you know ... We have seen the calendar with the number to this boy. We called him and told us what happened. As it was ... He ordered to apologize to you - my mama said the smutkiem.-I want to die! - I started histeryzować.-Do not say that! I forbid you. You must live - said dad, softly''.- I do not know for whom to live. The person you love, or rather, I loved is gone from my life ... Even though I was not at his funeral - I cried. Mother took me in his arms,''ukajając my ból.-How was it? - Spytałam.-Do you really want to know? - Asked dad. I nodded, yes. Tata started say-so of his father beat his mother that this was in the hospital. After a few days died. Father's close, and he ... He broke down i. .. overdose - my dad had finished, and I re-started płakać. I could help him! - Krzyczałam.-You could not. Nothing he could not pomóc.-A, my love? Does she not count? What I feel, it does not count? This is what I have in mind? Does it mean anything?-Anita! It means a lot. But you have to understand it. Probably not want to end up like? "I want! I want to Arthur. Why do I live, it is no longer there! Why? - Pytałam.-Anita, here he is! He is in your heart, in your memories, your mind ... He is there, in the mountain. She looks at you and asks you to live. Sibeie you believed in, you did not make the same mistake as he did. He wants you started from scratch. Do it for him. You do? - Asked mama.-for Arthur ... I'll do anything for a few months I could not come "to each other." Every week I traveled to his grave. For 3 hours,''I talked to his grave with the pri,, Arthur's spirit.'' Already I could not cry, I had no strength for the shedding of tears. I could not cry, I had to live. Arthur live for ... ***
This dream was the worst sleep of my life. When I woke up, I felt tears on her cheeks. I will never forget and I know that someday something like this could happen. And it's not far from us, maybe even in our family, people we love. For me, this dream was a warning, and for others? I feel as though this dream was a reality, not fiction. This dream has meant that the day on which, I took part in the dream,''will be my saddest day in my life. I realized what awaits us when we begin to take drugs. And those who take, how they feel? Are you sure you are not happy ...
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