" I looked down at the growing patch of Crimson on my white shirt before screaming in agony. That sharp, dreadful pain. But nothing was worse than that was the mental trauma that would come with it. What have I done to myself? " I thought my life took a turn for the better during the cold start of 2015, even though most people would say I made a wrong decision. I regret it all now, of course. But I was a man who had left with only hope, and so hope led me to believe I was being given a gift when I met the mysterious Bob who got me into the drug world. It makes me shiver looking back.