Alan's room is empty. He hasn't gone to school in weeks and now lives on the streets with his friends, doing anything for another chance to get a high. He stopped going to the temple and has changed his look to fit in with his friends, including removing his turban.
I. Need. More. What I had before isn't enough. Everything hurts. I all ready sold my clothes and everything I owned for some more snow. GET ME SOME! I can't even remember anything, I'm losing my memory!
Whatever! I'm leaving, find someone else to help you.
Alan has long abandoned smoking heroin. Now, he shoots up as a last resort and desperate need for a high.
Ahhhh finally. W-w-ait, what's going on?? It's too strong! I can barely breathe, my nails are blue, and my vision keps turning black! WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF? I-
And with that, Alan is gone, one of 10.500 people who die each year due to heroin related causes. His friends left him, and he owns nothing. His parents will have to identify him out of a body bag and they find out from a mere phone call. He was only 16. Alan now partakes in the eternal slumber.
Alan is buried. No one attends his funeral. One choice can change your life forever. Don't be Alan, take your life into your own hands and don't do drugs.