Personal Narrative: My Story Of A New Drug

They say your life flashes through your eyes when you're at death's door but I would argue otherwise. To me it was all a blur no pattern shape or form, but how did I get here? My story doesn't start too long ago. About a year ago a new drug was introduced to the market no one knew it name leading it to be called noman. I was a very active man and dealer on the low. I would tend to avoid these sort drug and just stick to the usually my customers ordered. I myself however rarely used any substances but when I did they were never from my own. I was very big in my underground world but had a regular job as cover.
One day my friend comes over and gives me a baggie telling me “this is the shit dude you just gotta have some it's like nothing from
I knew he did drugs but never before had I seen him like that but whatever I didn't give it mind. The bag he brought I just threw it in the fridge and I forgot about it over the course of time. Business was getting hot now it was hard to maintain my cover job and be one of the biggest dealers of my area. I tend to follow my rule to never get high off my own products but live just sucker punched me where it hurt the most. Business was thriving so I was low on supply but I used anything I found. In a time of desperation I don't know what to do I opened the fridge pulled a bag and injected its content. And all was fuzz I could feel everything slow down and my
I don't know when it happened but soon after I must've collapses because I could hear a distant voice screaming my name and something about 911. When I woke up I was in the hospital room with pure white robes, blankets and all in sight was white. I thought it was in heaven but I’m sure hell was the place for me, how could a man like me even dream of heaven. A nurse walked in with a small silver tray and on it a small orange bottle with a silver top reading sane again. The nurse had a long beautiful white robe adorned with small silver rings. On her hands were silver gloves, but her face was made of silver it wasn’t a mask it was her most fair skin. Her lips didn't move but I could hear her voice, it was as beautiful as the waves crashing in the rocks as you watch the sunrise in the morning. Her beauty was to be reckoned with and it seemed no one could even compare to a fraction of her beauty. She gestured toward the bottle and without removing my gaze from her most fair face I slowly reached out my arm to the bottle and slowly grabbed it bringing it back to my body. I was then ordered to take one and I was gone. I was in a bus on my way to mars for a scientific experiment. I thought my mind