Promises & Pacts

We genuinely enjoyed each other's company. We had become good friends. Friends who kept secrets and made pacts. Friends who gave each other free drugs and never asked for anything in return. There was a connection, an understanding, and a peace with each other that was natural and free. That was how it was, between Keller and me. 

Things changed later. When he and I, and one other friend, did cocaine together one night. In his grandmother's large ranch style home. We got high, higher than high. It felt incredibly good, until it didn't. I passed out after a few hours, whereas the other two boys were still up in the clouds. They suspected that I had overdosed and were yelling at me to stay awake, up in my face, talking me though whatever I was going through. Later they said it looked as though I might die. I didn't remember the long night, or the early morning.

I didn't die, although I thought I had at one point.

"You both have to promise me, and we'll make a pact, that we will never do this again..." I implored them.

"We won't, we promise." They both agreed, and I trusted and believed.

I was the only one that ever kept that promise between us. We never spoke of that night again.