A LIFE OF REGRET:::[A LESSON FOR THE YOUNGER ONES]::: The Ink Well prompt #79
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The life I have had all planned out for myself is never the one I am living now, said Adam, as he told the children whom he had gathered to tell them a thing or two. I never planned to be in such a situation as I am now, so you all have to listen attentively, he told the children.
It all started for me when I left my previous school for a different one due to my dad's transfer from his former station of duty to where he retired.
Dad was never at home; it was mostly me always by myself. No mother to help me out with some of the things mothers do for their children. Dad was a force man, so he was majorly out of duty. He and my dad had been separated when I was just two years old, and since Dad never wanted me to be with my mom, he carried me.
Things were going well from the beginning, when I was still a child, because he struggled to perform all the fatherly duties he could, even though his work stood in the way of us.But once I was of the age where I could do some things or tow for myself, it was mostly me from then on.
Dad usually came home very late from work and never cared how things were with me. He just changed all of a sudden. Our relationship as a father and son was in a sinkhole as things had gotten from a little bad to worse.
So when we got transferred from his former station of study to a new one, the attitude increased; we hardly spoke; we barely saw each other despite the fact that we stayed under the same roof. I went to school. Yes, he paid for my school and other things. The requirements of the house were always available, but that care, that attention every child needed was lacking. That bond between a father and son was gone and it was really hard to live all by myself at such an age.
In our new area, when I got admission into a new school, I met some boys who I later called my friends. We were mostly together from the day we became friends. They were three (3) in number. Adding myself to that, we became four (4).
There was nothing those boys didn't do. They were all noted for bullying, stealing, drugs, and smoking at such a young age, but I never cared, said Adam, as he kept on telling his story. Why did I allow myself to be associated with such people? They had my back and showed me the kind of care I had rarely received in my life; they were always there for me, so I had no choice but to be with them.
I started skipping sleep at home, and before I knew it, I was succumbing to their influence; I gradually transitioned from smoking to drinking, but not to a serious level.
Later on, we left school and everyone had parted ways. My dad had aged and retried from service, but by this time we were already so far apart. My life, by this time, was already in a mess. It was sinking. At such a young stage of my life, I had started to do and commit lots of atrocities that were harmful to others around me and mostly myself.
There was a lot already going on in my life by this time, and I had no control of the things that were happening to me. I had become addicted to most hard drugs and this was really taking away the little savings I had on me.
Being addicted to something bad is not a good thing at all. This was my situation by the time I had left senior secondary school. With nothing to write home about, within an interval of two to three months, I had fallen into a very serious debt of life for being an addict to hard drugs.
Every little thing I had was used to settle my department, but I still kept collecting, and there was really no stopping anytime soon for me by that time. The thought of being alone, the thought of having nothing, the thought of being abandoned by my only parent, everything that time made me go so far driven into the lifestyle I had found myself in. My life was already a sinkhole by this point because I had no way out of where I was.
Adam concluded by telling the children that until this day I am still paying off his debt from years back. He tries to be clean but still takes those things from time to time, trying very hard to stop it. But it is still very late for him. He went on to tell them that if he could change the hand of time to go back to when he was still young, nothing would have made him go into that lifestyle that had brought him to this point.
He then told then told the children that no matter the situation they find themselves in, they should always stand their ground and try to distinguish themselves, set a good path for themselves to make life easier, and they should take an example from him, that what he is living isn't a life he has been sinking for decades now and cannot be saved.
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Hello, @gi-de-on! I quickly noticed your story was noteworthy. I found the protoganist so genuine in his feelings I could not help but keep on reading to find out what stormed him. Despite his bad later life, if there was something good he could do after doing drugs, it was to educate children to go the other way.
Well done.
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I like how you've layered in the 'sinkhole' prompt quite figuratively around your character. That worked rather nicely, particularly given the slowness of the metaphor of sinking. I wonder though, this piece happens over a very long time-frame; whether it could have been tighter by exploring the action over a day or two only? How might that have changed the perspective? Explore the vices and project the pathway he knew he would inevitably get onto?
Adam attempts to educate the children in his community about the dangers of drug addiction. His message is clear - there’s no life or joy to be had there. Sadly, the reality of a life left in ruins by addiction is all too real for many teenagers. Let’s hope the children pay heed. Good use of the prompt.
We appreciate the fact that you engage with other writers in the community.
I am glad you find my entry quite valid.
Thanks for the encouraging comment I look forward to the next weeks prompt.
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