I Found a Needle
It's funny how a tiny object like this can make you feel so many emotions at once. The first one was disbelief. Did I really just find a used needle on the beach? Then came the anger. I almost pressed my palm against it! A child could have stepped on it, or a pet. Pity was next. What drove someone to the point where they think sticking a needle in yourself is the best (or the only) option? Helplessness. There is nothing I can do to stop this. The whole drug scene in my town is basically invisible to most of us living here. Of course I had heard of random incidents here and there, and I'm not naive enough to think drugs can't reach our remote, countryside safe haven. But still... how do you even begin to search for ways to help with something you can't see?
