Here’s another wisdom-tooth-related flash fiction piece for you all. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before, but tons of people I know have overdosed on heroin — two or three very recently, within weeks of each other.
After getting my wisdom teeth out, I was prescribed a good amount of pain killers and it got me thinking about this whole situation. It’s sad that if you live on Long Island, the odds of knowing someone who overdosed or has a drug issue are much higher than you’d expect for such a nice area to live in.
It’s scary how easy it is. Everyone says it’s so hard, but it’s not. And it’s not surprising that there’s such a big epidemic in this country. They want you to be next.
I know too many people who were taken too soon. No one knows how it all started, or why, but anyone who’s ever been to the doctor knows it’s too easy to get more than you need. I wonder if they knew how easy it would be to get hooked, or if they really thought they’d be able to quit whenever they wanted.
Now it’s my turn to make a choice. I don’t want to go down that road; I also don’t want to feel the pain anymore. My teeth hurt so bad. I can feel my jaw tingling. Is it worth replacing the jaw tingling for a full body one? How can I find a way to find pleasure in the pain?
Maybe I’m not that different from everyone taken. Does that mean we’re all hurting, and that the universal solution is to drown yourself in it? What’s the end goal with pharmaceutical companies who put this shit on the market? How many more lives will it take before anything gets done?
If you’re interested in submitting your own flash fiction story to Come and Go Literary, please see my submission guidelines for more details. I can’t wait to read your work.