You should be scared

Once, with my classmate, I decided to go to the abandoned hospital building, to get scared, so to speak, because very often I want emotions, strong, I want to get scared, and this building was the best suited for this. I heard a lot of stories about him, people heard voices and howls when they were here. What the hell is not joking, it is decided - we go there.

The building was gloomy: peeling plaster, broken windows, glass around, garbage. The building was small, one-story, with a small attic, inside there were no walls and it was clear that there was no one here, because the origin of the sounds was incomprehensible, it was frightening. The whole atmosphere was interesting, what is there inside? We approached the entrance, there were garbage mountains around, and there was a terrible stench, in addition to everything, syringes with blood were strewn everywhere, obviously not after application in the medical field. Because of the smell and because the entrance was piled up, we decided to go to another abandoned building, because on that day, we were going to be scared.

The other building was two-story, it did not have doors and windows, it was charred on the second floor, the floor collapsed, and the staircase was piled up, we went into another entrance, there were two communicating rooms. There were no windows, like traces of a fire, whitewash remained, and it was light in them, but syringes and ampoules were scattered around the floor, a lot, a lot. We were not afraid, we were disgusted with what we saw, we left there. We experienced strong emotions, yes, definitely. But this is not fear, nor admiration, nor joy, nor grief. It's disgust for those people who did this, to drug addicts, disgust for those people that did it to them. Sympathy for the society in which they are, they are close to us, we are side by side every day. We do not see, but we know what a huge social gap between us, between us, healthy, and them, the sick, mentally and physically.

They need help, but no one wants it, neither the society in which we and they are, nor these patients that poison people's minds and turn the lives of ordinary boys and girls into a simple existence that is divided into "before" and "after" ".

So the question is, who is ill? Drug addicts? Dealers? We? Can we all?

We are sick with indifference, contempt, we are sick with greed. Addicts - weak will and dependence. And dealers? Those who turn children from the parent's joy into a being, with a lost eye and lack of intelligence and purpose, those who turn singles who seek meaning and society in those who exist from dose to dose. How about them? Who are they? They are monsters that destroy destinies that kill people, kill families, poison society. So what to do with them? Decide for yourself.

Did you notice that disgust was brought up in us, even to just mention the topic of drugs and drug addiction? But, oddly enough the number of drug addicts does not decrease. What to do? Find the answer within yourself.

But I think the most difficult thing is to learn all of us responsiveness. Here you are, you, give the old woman a hand, if it is difficult to rise because of the lack of handrails? Or help lift an invalid if he fell? Now, mentally, you all said: "Yes! Of course! WE are not animals, "but look in yourself! Probably the fact that you would have passed!

So, in the case of drug addicts, all are afraid of them, all of them are squeamish, and only a few do not consider them a dregs of society, and are trying to help them. I can not overpower myself, I can not afford hypocritical sympathy, and pretend that I want to help them. That's the problem.

We should be frightened, because we, people with stone souls, worry only for ourselves, and one day people will die out of the fact that no one will want to help.