Along with Malik

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Malik Huel is 16 years old and is growing like a flower. His family is a wreck. Patricia is Malik's drug-addict mother. It is a rare occasion to find her without heroine in her system. She is on the verge of death with her dangerous habits. Their home is a mess. A semi-detached home in the centre of the slums in need of serious maintenance. It is currently 8:30 am. Malik's alarm clock is ringing. Should he [[silence it]] or [[wake up]]? <html> <img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Boy_from_vector.svg" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:120px;height:128px;"> </html>

Malik sleeps soundly in his twin sized bed. He skips school. The rest of his day passes by without anything eventful happening. He has a bowl of left-over Kraft Dinner and a glass of milk. His mother has been out all night, probably on the prowl for more drugs. A majority of his evening is spent on Facebook, scrolling aimlessly through his newsfeed. Night has arrived and it is already 12:30 am. Despite having done nothing all day, Malik is exhausted. Probably the lack of protein in his diet. Malik drifts off into a deep sleep. Morning arrives and he is awoken by his alarm. He can either [[silence it|silence again]] or [[wake up]].

<html> <img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjtqNnH5Mn8/TtDFZWiToKI/AAAAAAAAASc/QowYkxlEQXk/s1600/Clock_vectoricon.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:128px;"> </html> The cold, tiled floor is startling on Malik's bare feet. He rolls out of bed and stumbles to the washroom to empty his bladder. Malik brushes his teeth as he stares at himself in the mirror. He looks haggard, exhausted, stressed. Sitting beside the grimey sink, nestled in the corner between the toilet and the vanity is a small trash can. Poking through a dirtied tissue is a used needle. Malik is fed up with his mother's dangerous life-style. He has told her daily for the last decade that he wants her to stop. She always promises she will, but it never lasts more than a day. He wants to just [[go back to bed|silence it]]. But his stomach growls. He is hungry and is contemplating [[grabbing breakfast]].

Malik walks slowly down the stairs, tracing his finger along the peeling, floral wallpaper. The sun pierces through the crumbling kitchen window, casting a long shadow of Malik against the staircase behind him. At the base of the stairs lies Patricia, sprawled along the kitchen floor. While Malik climbs over his drugged up mother, he notices that her phone is vibrating violently with multiple texts from his 'father'. Malik has never met Fillip and has only heard terrible stories from his mother. Apparently he is a "deadbeat". Malik is unsure whether he should [[ignore the text]] or [[see what he wants]]. <html> <style> body { background-image: url("http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JAWCOTefeSg/TPPohjp260I/AAAAAAAABGY/IuP-tno_UN4/s1600/006%2Bstairs.png"); } </style> </head> </html>

Malik grabs a half rotten apple and [[heads to school]]. He isn't looking forward to class. He hates school. <html> <img src="http://4vector.com/i/free-vector-apple-core_100742_Apple_core.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:100px;height:128px;"> </html>

Malik sees that there are 7 unread messages from his father. Ever since he was a little boy, he has heard nothing but negative things about Fillip. His mother hates him. He isn't sure whether he should just [[ignore the text]] or [[open the messages]]. <html> <style> body { background-image: url("http://www.sawyoo.com/postpic/2012/03/iphone-text-message-bubble-icon_306151.jpg"); } </style> </head> </html>

It has been yet another long day for Malik. He has a difficult time focusing in class, and as a result, his marks are suffering. He is failing three of his courses. The bell rings, school is over. While walking home, a group of Malik's classmates holler at him. They want Malik to come join them. Malik is skeptical about this crowd, he knows they are trouble. He wants to just [[keep walking]]. But knowing his mother will be high or passed out when he gets home, he wonders if he should maybe try and [[make friends]].

Malik takes the long route home, dreading the thought of going returning his depressing and his drugged-up mother. When he finally arrives home it is 5pm. He is greeted by his mother who is smiling. She is overly affectionate towards Malik, seemingly excited to hear about his day. Malik is unaffectionate and does not humour his mother. He has seen this mood-shift before and is well aware his mother is high. He is fed up. Malik just wants to go to [[bed|bed_Notext]].

Malik approaches the group with hesitancy. The group of 6 boys are all giggling and acting childish. They're all wearing oversized jackets and reak like skunk. Suddenly one boy named Kalle extends his hand towards Malik, while his eyes dart back and forth. "Come on dude, don't just stand there like a twerp" Malik looks down and sees a small white pill. Kalle and the five boys urge him to try it. They tell him it is fun and will take his mind off of things. How did they know his mind was filled? Malik is quivering with fear. But he wants friends. He doesn't know if he should [[take it]] or [[keep walking]]. <html> <img src="http://blog.spoongraphics.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/tshirt-resources/Picture-17.jpg" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> </html> WARNING: Be careful. The decisions you make will have a big impact on Malik's life. [[Take a look?|ten years drugs]].

Malik's heart races as he grabs the small white pill. His palms tingle as it touches his skin. His anxiety heightens, his legs feel weak, what if he becomes like his mother? Will this pill make him a junkie? "You gonna' try it or what bro?", says one boy. "Don't be a little bitch haha", says another. "This shits good man. Real good. You'll love it", says Kalle. Malik places the pill on his dry tongue. He tries to swallow, but his saliva has abandoned him. His anxiety worsens, his mind races. Internally he is panicking, but externally he feels included. These boys can be his friends. They are talking to him and that is more than anyone else has ever done, including his father. Malik isn't sure whether he should go home and [[hide in his room|keep walking]] or [[stay with his friends]]

Before he knows it, he falls asleep. Morning arrives and he is awoken by his alarm. Should he [[silence it]] or should he [[wakeup|grabbing breakfast]]

The group all chuckle and poke fun when Malik takes the ecstacy. "Aw what a little newbie", says Kalle. They pressure him into taking more. After he pops another pill they all head over to a nearby park and travel deep into a nearby bush where there are four more boys slouched on fallen logs. They're smoking pot. "Who's this fucking loser?" says an older boy named Tom. The group reassures Tom that Malik is 'cool'. At this point Malik can barely see straight, but he grins at the occasion of being considered 'cool'. He sits down on a stump and slouches forward. One of the boys walks over to Tom and speaks softly into his left ear. "This is the dude with the junkie mom. His house is a jackpot". Meanwhile, Malik has passed out. He is now laying on the ground nearly unconscious. The group laughs and everyone crouches over an unaware Malik. They take pictures on their phones. One by one they all pose with his lifeless body. Tom is frustrated with the 'lightweight newbie' and tries waking him up. Malik opens his eyes and smiles but says nothing. Tom asks the group to lift him onto his feet and walk him back to his mom's house. When Malik gets home he stumbles through the front door and lays down on the couch. Patricia is out for the night, or so one can only assume. Malik closes his eyes and [[falls asleep]].

Malik shakes as he holds the phone. His anxiety heightens. <font size="3"> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 11:03 pm</font> <font color="dodgerblue">my grad ceremony is this weekend, can Malik make it? we agreed to this months ago Tricia.</font> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 12:14 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue">hello? can you let me know if i should come pick him up tomorrow?</font> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 12:21 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue"> i can be there at 10am. </font> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 1:05 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue"> how long are you going to keep me from him? when are you going to tell him the truth about me. you can't keep my own son away from me like this anymore..</font> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 1:11 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue"> ur too caught up in ur own shit. how long r u gonna fill the house with drugs. ur ruining his life just like u ruined mine</font> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 1:42 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue"> can u just fucking give me maliks number? hes grown up, you cant just keep controlling his life</font> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 2:10 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue"> cant say im surprised with this. typical addict, probably passed out in some alley way. some of us have to work tmrrw. get ur life together</font> <font size="2"> These texts leave Malik in shock. He looks down at his mother, still passed out on the kitchen floor. Was everything she said about his father a lie? If Fillip is such a "deadbeat" then why is he reaching out to Malik? All these questions dart through his mind, quicker than he can process. Should he [[ignore the text]] or [[respond to his father]] </font>

Malik has never spoken to his father before. In fact, the idea of calling him "dad" terrifies him. He isn't sure what to type. How does he respond to a man he has never met. Suddenly he notices from the corner of his eye that his mother has begun to move. Malik types frantically, but he keeps backspacing. Never did he imagine he would be texting his father. <font size="3"> <font color="limegreen">SENT TO FILLIP HUEL at 8:20 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue"> this is Malik. my mom passed out. please don't respond to this text, I dont want her to know. my number is 246-1854. text me</font> <font size="2"> Press [[send]] or [[delete message and move forward|ignore the text]] </font>

Malik stalls. He is terrified thinking about the idea that he could potentially meet his father. The shattered phone that rests in his hand is the tool that could change his life, for better or for worse. Though it takes less than a second for the text to send, it feels like 10 minutes to Malik. Suddenly it hits him what he has done. He frantically hides the messages from his mother's inbox. He nearly drops the phone. His mind races. What has he done? Regardless, it's time for him to [[head to school]].

It has been another long day for Malik. He has a difficult time focusing, and as a result, his marks are really suffering. The bell rings, school is over. While walking home, a group of Malik's classmates holler at him to come join them. At that same time his phone vibrates. It's his father, Fillip. Malik isn't sure whether to [[answer the call]] or [[ignore it and approach his "friends" |make friends]].

Malik is too scared to talk. His words escape him. "Hello?", asks Fillip. The deep voice that vibrates against Malik's ear is so foreign to him. It is surreal, a voice he never thought he would hear. And while the voice is so foreign, it fills him with warmth. Malik has assumed that he would never meet his father, something he has struggled to accept for years. "Yeah?" is the first word Malik ever says to his father. Hesitancy consumes him. He isn't sure if he even said it clearly. Malik clears his throat and quickly repeats himself. "Hi". Fillip quickly responds. At least he tries. His voice is shaking too. "Malik, I umm, I am so...It's just great to hear from you. Your mother, she has..." Malik cuts him off. He isn't sure why. "What do you want? Why now?", asks Malik. He has let his emotion get the better of him. He has waited years for this moment and he is cutting off his father. "Son...Malik, I have so much to tell you, so much to say, so much. So much. I'm graduating tomorrow...from university. I finished. I just...I just want you to be there. We can talk. We can...talk?" Malik is at a loss for words. The idea of answering his father's call was overwhelming, but the thought of meeting him face-to-face is unfathomable. "Will you come Malik?", asks his father after recieving no response. Malik's heart races. It feels as if it might jump out of his chest. Should Malik [[attend the ceremony]] or [[decline|make friends]]?

One day has passed since Malik last spoke with his father on the phone. His mother still has no idea. Early this morning Fillip texted Malik saying: <font size="3"> <font color="limegreen">FILLIP HUEL 7:24 am</font> <font color="dodgerblue">Excited to see you Malik</font> </font> <font size="2"> Malik's anxiety has been through the roof since his phone call with Fillip. He feels ashamed that he isn't excited to meet his own father. He is terrified and [[wants to back out|Meet Malik]]. But what if there isn't another chance? Maybe he should [[meet his dad]]. </font>

<html> <img src="http://res.freestockphotos.biz/pictures/16/16245-illustration-of-a-graduation-cap-pv.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:128px;"> <style> body { background-color: #89c0e2; } </style> <body> </body> </html> Malik takes the city bus down to Rosemont Centre for the Arts. It is a 40 minute commute and Malick feels extremely nauseous the entire time. Though he is certain it is the eggs he had for breakfast, it is his anxiety. He arrives at the front entrance. He hesitates for a few minutes and then finally walks in. Surrounding him are dozens of men and women, all wearing long burgandy gowns and yellow graduation caps. They are all conversing. They are all smiling and laughing as they celebrate together. Malik isn't sure where his father is, but is far too terrified to look for him. Naturally, Malik walks to the far wall and stands with his head down. He doesn't want to look up for fear of finding his father. Suddenly he hears a booming deep voice. A voice that was once so foreign to him has suddenly become a sound of familiarity. In a sea full of people he has never met, the voice is almost comforting. "Malik? Malik?...are you Malik?" Unable to look his father in the eye for more than a second, Malik repsonds and quickly looks back down at his feet. "Yeah. Thats me. Hi...umm congratulations on..this". Malik and his father talk for about five minutes before they are interrupted by a boisteorus voice over the intercom telling all graduates to make their way behind the stage. The conversation was minimal and quite awkward at times. However, Malik feels more at ease and is ready to just sit. The ceremony was quite boring and Malik spent most of it on his phone playing games. Afterwards the two get burritos at a nearby restaraunt called Round Boys. After about an hour of catching up and hearing explanations as to where Fillip has been all these years, Malik is overwhelmed. It turns out that his mother has been lying these past few years. She never told him about Fillip and how he turned his life around. She made it her mission to keep Malik from his father. Sensing a lull in the conversation, Fillip hands Malik an envelope. Though Malik wants to [[open the envelope]], it's late in the day and he should probably begin his [[commute home|keep walkingNoText]].

<html> <style> body { background-image: url("https://aos.iacpublishinglabs.com/question/aq/1400px-788px/many-stamps-need-put-manila-envelope_d3aeec5a71ff1c19.jpg?domain=cx.aos.ask.com"); } </style> </head> </html> Malik traces his fingers along the vanilla envelope. He asks Fillip what is inside, but Fillip hesitates. Both are very nervous. "The courts told me I wasn't 'fit' to have custody of you. That was 12 years ago...I've changed. My life is so much different now. I've reached out to your mother for years Malik. Everyday I text her, call her. Everyday", says Fillip. While hearing all of this, Malik opens the envelope and sees custody papers. "What's this? What are these?", asks Malik. Fillip explains how he wants to push for custody. He has a home now. A job, an education, a life. He wants to build a relationship with Malik, but he needs him to speak with Patricia. After discussing the custody papers further, Malik explains how he should get going. He is uncomfortable and unsure what to do. And it's getting late. Should Malik [[tell his mother]] and pursue this relationship with his father or [[end all communication]]?

When Malik returns home, his mother is attempting to cook dinner. "Hi momma", says Malik as he hangs his backpack on a hook near the door. Patricia looks frail. Her hair is knotted, she is shaking uncontrollably, and whatever she is cooking smells terrible. "Hi baby. Where were you? I'm makin' us some dinner", she says. Malik is stuffed from the burrito he had with his father. "Schools fine mom, I'm not really hungry though". Should he [[tell her the truth]] or [[not tell her]]?

When Malik returns home his mother is attempting to cook dinner. He says he isn't hungry and quickly heads to his room. Today was exhausting for him and he just wants to relax. Malik isn't sure how to explain to Fillip that he doesn't want a relationship. The idea of having a father is frightening to him and he doesn't trust that he won't just walk out of his life again. He is tired of feeling abandoned. He blocks his number and [[lies down|bed_Notext]].

Malik is worried about how his mother will respond to him seeing Fillip. "Momma, I saw dad tonight", says Malik. Patricia puts down the plate she is washing and looks over at Malik. She is confused and in shock. "What you mean you saw your dad? Who did you see?", asks Patricia. Malik explains that he was with Fillip earlier today and that he attended his graduation ceremony. "What do you mean you saw Fillip? Where? Malik what are you talking about? Your father is living on the streets somewhere. How did you get a hold of him?", asks Patricia. Malik, who often avoids confrontation and is quite passive, suddenly erupts. "My whole fucking life you told me he was a 'deadbeat'. You told me he was a junkie who wanted nothing to do with me. You're the deadbeat. You're the junkie. I want nothing to do with you", cries Malik. Patricia is in shock and doesn't know how to respond. Malik slams the custody papers on the countertop in front of her. "What did he tell you Malik? He is a liar. Where did you even find him. He is a fucking liar. I've given you everything!", screams Patricia. At this point it is obvious that Patricia is in denial. She begins backtracking. Malik insists on letting Fillip be a part of his life. "I have nothing. I have fucking nothing. I need this. Not that you would know what I need. You don't give a fuck about me.", screams Malik. Should Patricia sign [[sign the custody papers]] and speak with her lawyers or should she [[rip them up]]?

"I'm tired Ma. I gotta' do some homework", says Malik. Malik puts his bag down and heads upstairs to his bedroom. He decides that he won't pursue any further communication with his father. Malik isn't sure how to explain it to Fillip. The idea of having a father is frightening to him and he doesn't trust that he won't just walk away again. He blocks his number from his phone and [[lies down|bed]]

Eventually both calmed down and went to bed. After sleeping on it, Patricia agrees to meet with Fillip and discuss things further. She is hesitant to bring him back into Malik's life but is willing to try. Fillip explains how he has turned his life around but Patricia is skeptical. After nearly an entire afternoon together, the two decide to pursue joint-custody. This will allow Malik to spend weekends with his father. When Malik learns of this, he is frightened. But at the same time he is excited. He feels hopeful. Click to see where Malik is in [[8 years]]. Click here to see what his life would have been had he [[never met his father|five years drugs]].

Malik's mother is livid. She grabs the papers and holds them in front of her. She doesn't care what they even say. "Who do you think you are?! I have given you everything that you have. Your father has done nothing for you. Fucking nothing. Where has he been your whole life? Huh? He thinks you're a mistake. He has never loved you. I have given you everything and you do this? You do this shit? You bring these papers into my fucking house?" As Malik tears up and runs up to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him, Patricia rips the papers in half and throws across the kitchen floor. Malik is devastated. He is furious at his mother but also feels terrible for causing all of this. Maybe she is right? He cries into his pillow for over an hour. He is exhausted. He tries to [[sleep|bed]]. <html> <img src="http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/yTo/Arp/yToArpATE.jpeg" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:128px;"> </html>

<html> <head> <style> body { background-color: #93B874; } </style> </head> <body> </body> <img src="http://res.freestockphotos.biz/pictures/16/16245-illustration-of-a-graduation-cap-pv.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:128px;"> </html> On April 18, 2024, Malik Richard Huel graduates with a university degree in social work. He graduates at the top of his class and paid for school with multiple academic excellence scholarships. Sitting front row for the ceremony is his father, grinning from ear to ear. Malik's mother, Patricia, is ill and battling cancer. She is unable to attend, but called Malik from the hospital to congratulate him and let him know how proud she is of him. Malik already has a career lined up in social work immediately after graduating and he cannot wait to get started. He has his own apartment with two other roommates. He has also worked up quite the passion for cooking. Congratulations Malik. You did it! APPROACH WITH CAUTION: Click to see what his life would have been had he [[never met his father|five years drugs]].

Morning quickly arrives and he is awoken by his phone ringing next to him. Malik tosses and turns to try and escape the sound but finds no success. Eventually he submits and finally answers. "Hey dude it's Tom. From yesterday. Was wonderin' if you're down to chill after school today? Me and the boys wanna' come over". Malik can barely remember who Tom is and feels like he is going to throw up. He needs to get off the phone and get to a toilet. "Sure man. I'll meet you guys after class". Malik runs to the washroom and throws up. He feels horrible but at the same time kind of enjoyed yesterday. It made him forget about all the problems in his life. Part of him wants to [[go back to sleep]] but he also knows he should probably [[go to school]].

Malik sleeps for another eight hours on his couch. He is awoken by a knock on the front door. He struggles to stand up and slowly approaches the doorway. Turning the brass doorknob, the old wooden door wobbles on its rusted hinges. Outside is Tom and the group of boys he met after school yesterday. "Hey man. Did you even go to school today?" Before Malik can even answer the invites themselves into his home. They seem eager to look around. "We were waiting for you outside dude. Where were you?" Malik rubs his eyes. He realizes he fucked up. "Sorry guys, I slept through my alarm I guess?" The group doesn't really seem to care what his excuse is. They are preoccupied with searching the house. Suddenly one boy shouts from a back room. "Guys! Got some!" The boy rushes back to the living room with a drawer that he removed from Patricia's dresser in a back room. Inside is an assortment of prescription pills, heroine, and fresh needles. Tom and the boys are ecstatic over this discovery. They all gather around eagerly and fight to catch a glimpse. Malik is embarassed and is too scared to intervene with this ritual. He didn't know his classmates knew that his mother was a junkie. "Lets try some boys. There's oxy in here". Should Malik [[stop them]] or [[partake]].

It has been another long day for Malik. He has a difficult time focusing, and as a result, his marks are really suffering. The bell rings, school is over. While walking home, a group of Malik's classmates holler at him to come join. Malik approaches the group with hestiancy. The group of 6 boys are all giggling and acting childish. Suddenly one boy named Kalle extends his hand towards Malik, while his eyes dart back and forth. Malik looks down and sees a severed chunk of a CD and a small baggie with white powder. It was coccaine, but Malik didn't know this. Kalle and the three boys urge him to try it. They tell him it is fun. They tell him it take his mind off of things. Click here to see where Malik is in [[ten years|ten years drugs]]. Click here to see where Malik is in [[five years|five years drugs]].

<html> <img src="https://www.vectorart.com/webart/products/54007W.GIF" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> <style> body { background-color: #a29e89; } </style> <body> </body> Malik walks over to the group huddled around his mother's drawer. He tries to take the drawer away but Kalle tugs back. "Come on guys, give me it", Malik pleads. Tom puffs his chest and stares Malik in the eyes. He pushes Malik back aggressively. "Back the fuck up". Malik feels helpless. The boys start putting all the pill bottles and needles into their bags. While doing so they each pop a couple pills in their mouths. Oddly enough they offer Malik some. He feels like he has no choice. After seeing the aggression in his eyes, he is now terrified of Tom and the whole group. He submits. He swallows an oxycontin. The boys suddenly have to leave even though Malik thought they wanted to hang out. He is blind to the fact they are using him. "We're going to 'the spot' if you wanna' come dude". Should Malik [[go to the spot]] or [[stay home]]?

<html> <head> <style> body { background-color: #a29e89; } </style> </head> <body> <img src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/L/0/U/W/l/D/red-and-orange-drug-bottle-md.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> </body> </html> Malik feels helpless. He has never felt so intimidated in his own home. The boys start putting all the pill bottles and needles into their bags. Many of them pop a couple pills in their mouths and offer Malik some. He feels like he has no choice. He is terrified of Tom and the whole group. He submits. He swallows an oxycontin. The boys suddenly have to leave even though Malik thought they wanted to hang out. "We're going to 'the spot' if you wanna' come dude" Should Malik [[go to the spot]] or [[stay home]]?

<html> <img src="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/scribblenauts/images/7/7a/Park.png/revision/latest?cb=20130301215635" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> </html> Together the group, including Malik, walk over to a nearby park where there is a forested area just behind a set of tennis courts. They all gather around in a circle. Malik is feeling lightheaded but he kind of enjoys it. Drugs are an escape from reality for him. When Tom offers him a needle, he no longer flinches. "How do I do it?" asks Malik. One of the boys take of his belt and ties it around Malik's bicep. "Ah. Not too tight. Fuck", pleads Malik. All the boys chuckle as they sort through pills, dividing them evenly amongst themelves. "You're gonna' feel a prick dude. It won't hurt. Just don't move", says Tom. But Malik is too high to move. Tom holds the needle up to the sky and flicks it twice with his index finger. He leans forward and slowly pushes the sharp tip into a swollen vein on Malik's forearm. Tom cringes. Before Malik can even flinch he leans back and smiles. His eyes roll back, the feeling is orgasmic. He has never felt anything so wonderful. He slouches forward grabbing his arm, scratching. He is smiling and laughing. He feels great. Seeing this reaction, the group is eager to partake. See Malik's life in [[5 years|five years drugs]]. See Malik's life in [[10 years|ten years drugs]].

<html> <img src="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/scribblenauts/images/7/7a/Park.png/revision/latest?cb=20130301215635" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> </html> Malik attempts to stay home but the boys call him a 'pussy'. He is insecure and easily manipulated so he decides to go. Together the group, including Malik, walk over to the nearby park where there is a forested area just beyond the tennis courts. They all gather around in a circle. Malik is feeling lightheaded but he enjoys it. Drugs are an escape from reality for him. When Tom offers him a needle, he no longer flinches. "How do I do it?" asks Malik. One of the boys takes off his belt and ties it around Malik's bicep. "Ah. Not too tight. Fuck" All the boys laugh as they sort through pills, often swallowing some along the way. "You're gonna' feel a prick. It won't hurt. But don't move" Malik is too high to move. Tom holds the needle of to the sky and flicks it twice with his index finger. He leans forward and slowly pokes the sharp tip into a swollen vein on Malik's forearm. Before Malik can even flinch he leans back and smiles. His eyes roll back, the feel is orgasmic. He has never felt anything so wonderful. He slouches forward grabbing his arm smiling and laughing. Seeing this reaction, the group is eager to partake. See Malik's life in [[5 years|five years drugs]]. See Malik's life in [[10 years|ten years drugs]].

<html> <head> <style> body { background-color: #a29e89; } </style> </head> <body> <img src="http://www.clker.com/cliparts/L/0/U/W/l/D/red-and-orange-drug-bottle-md.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> </body> </html> Malik's life has truly taken a turn for the worse. He has dropped out of school and moved away from his mother. He is currently living in a friend's house. His bed is a couch. His clothes are filthy and he hasn't had a decent meal in weeks. Malik's pants are nearly falling off, he has lost nearly 30 pounds. Malik cannot remember the last time he was sober. He cannot go a single day without heroine and coccaine. He is an addict, but he doesn't care. He is just like his mother, but he doesn't care. He hasn't spoken to Patricia in nearly three years. His last words to her were: "I hope you fuckin' die". Malik has no job, no education, and no money. He gets by on minimal cash that he gets from selling drugs. Last week he was beaten so badly by an older man that he ended up in the hospital. He currently has 3 broken ribs, a minor concussion, and a broken nose. He is barely recognizable. **DISCLAIMER. You may not want to see where Malik is in [[ten years drugs]].

<html> <head> <style> body { background-color: #4c2425; } </style> </head> <body> </body> <img src="http://www.clipartkid.com/images/291/large-halloween-tombstone-with-the-letters-rip-surrouned-by-dirt-fpn6nS-clipart.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:115px;"> <font color="white"> On December 13th, 2027, Malik Richard Huel passes away at Riverdale Hospital from a drug overdose. His body was found near a ravine. Malik is 26 years of age. Just 2 months earlier his mother, Patricia, passed way from lung cancer. She was 43 years old. Malik did not attend his mother's funeral. </font> </html> [[Click here|8 years]] to see what Malik's life could have been. [[Click here|make friends]] to turn back time.

Malik sleeps soundly in his tiny bed. It is a mattress laying on the tiled floor with one lone blanket. He skips school. The rest of his day passes by without anything eventful happening. Before he knows it, night has arrived and it is almost 12:30 am. Malik drifts into a deep sleep, but it awoken by his alarm. He can either [[silence it]] or [[wake up]].

Malik takes the long route home, dreading the thought of going returning his depressing and his drugged-up mother. When he finally arrives home it is 5pm. He is greeted by his mother who is smiling. She is overly affectionate towards Malik, seemingly excited to hear about his day. Malik is unaffectionate and does not humour his mother. He has seen this mood-shift before and is well aware his mother is high. He is fed up. Malik just wants to go to [[bed|bed_Notext]].

Before he knows it, he falls asleep. Morning arrives and he is awoken by his alarm. Should he [[silence it]] or should he [[wakeup|grabbing breakfast_No Text]]

Malik walks slowly down the stairs, tracing his finger along the peeling, floral wallpaper. The sun pierces through the crumbling kitchen window, casting a long shadow of Malik against the staircase behind him. At the base of the stairs lies Patricia, sprawled along the kitchen floor. <html> <img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjtqNnH5Mn8/TtDFZWiToKI/AAAAAAAAASc/QowYkxlEQXk/s1600/Clock_vectoricon.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:145px;height:128px;"> </html> Malik grabs a half rotten apple and [[heads to school]]. He isn't looking forward to class. He hates school. <html> <img src="http://4vector.com/i/free-vector-apple-core_100742_Apple_core.png" alt="HTML5 Icon" style="width:100px;height:128px;"> </html>

Malik sleeps soundly in his twin sized bed. He skips school. The rest of his day passes by without anything eventful happening. He has a bowl of left-over Kraft Dinner and a glass of milk. His mother has been out all night, probably on the prowl for more drugs. A majority of his evening is spent on Facebook, scrolling aimlessly through his newsfeed. Night has arrived and it is already 12:30 am. Despite having done nothing all day, Malik is exhausted. Probably the lack of protein in his diet. Malik drifts off into a deep sleep. Morning arrives and he is awoken by his alarm. He can either [[silence it|silence again]] or [[wake up]].