Just Say No

Others Stories | Nov 18, 2012 | 6 min read
16 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
Tommy sat on the beach by the bonfire and stared out at the ocean. He'd never seen it in person before and was amazed by how beautiful it was. As he continued to look at it he thought that it was even more inspiring at night than it was during the day. He'd always heard about how most sharks hunted at night, and he smiled as he thought about the possibility of a bull, hammerhead, or even a great white swimming around beneath the surface of the dark water searching for its next meal. Even though he had loved sharks and had been fascinated with them his entire life he still had no desire to see one close up. In his mind being eaten alive was probably the worst possible way to go.
"Here man, hit this!" the hippie-looking guy sitting next to him said as he reached over to hand him a joint.
"No thanks," Tommy said politely. He'd never smoked pot and never planned to as he could never get past the smell of it.
"This is the best Cannabis in the world, my friend. It is guaranteed to send you off to the races."
"That's okay, I think I'll pass."
"Fine man, more for me then," the old hippie shrugged, sounding slightly offended before he went back to strumming the acoustic guitar that he'd been playing all night.
Tommy sat there watching some of the other people as they danced, talked, sang along with the radio, smoked dope, and consumed one beer after the other. There were several couples making out right there on the beach in front of God and everyone there were even a few brave souls who had stripped nude and jumped into the ocean for a late night swim (which immediately made the opening scene from "Jaws" run through Tommy's head).
He didn't really know any of the people at the beach party but it didn't bother him. They had all been friendly to him and welcomed him to the party as if they'd known him his entire life. He dreaded the thought of his vacation being over as it meant that he would have to go back to his shitty job at the call center where everyone was rude and unpleasant. At least it would be July 4th in a few weeks and since it fell on a Friday it meant he had a long weekend coming up. It was nice to have something to look forward to, no matter how small it may seem to anyone else.
He glanced over at a group of people laughing loudly and spotted the cute redhead he'd had his eye on all night. She was absolutely stunning and he had never seen a woman as beautiful as she was. He wished that he could just walk up to her and strike up a conversation with her but he was always nervous around the opposite sex, especially if they were as attractive as the redhead was.
He heard the hippie cough violently after taking a hit off his joint and suddenly a thought crossed his mind. Even though he didn't like drugs he knew that he needed something that would relax him enough that he could just walk up to the redhead and start talking to her. He thought about how talkative his friend Josh (who was normally so painfully shy that he very seldom said a word to anyone) would get after he smoked a joint and he was pretty sure that it would have the same effect on him. He never in a million years thought that he would smoke pot but at the moment he was desperate to talk to the redhead before the night was over and was willing to try anything that might possibly help him come out of his shell.
"Hey, can I have a hit on that?" he heard himself the hippie, not quite sure he had the nerve to go through with it.
"Sure brother, it's the best stuff you'll ever toke." The hippie replied, smiling as he handed the joint to him.
Tommy took it and tried his best to wipe the hippie's slobber off if it before he put it anywhere near his mouth. He placed it between his lips and started toking on it, trying to remember if the company he worked for ever did random drug tests.
He took several drags off of it and was surprised by how much he actually liked it (even though he still didn't care for the way it smelled). He felt very relaxed and happy within just a few minutes and it was then and there that he finally realized after all these years of being anti-marijuana why some people liked smoking it so much. He could really get used to the way that it made him feel and he tried to make a mental note to remind himself to buy some from the hippie to take home with him.
"Go easy, bro!" the hippie said, reaching over to reclaim his joint from Tommy.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it." Tommy answered, handing it back to him with a huge smile on his face and feeling like he was on top of the world.
"No problem, man."
Tommy got up and staggered over to where the redhead was standing with a few other people. He introduced himself to her, surprising himself by how confident he felt and sounded. It was pretty obvious that she liked talking to him as she kept smiling at him and even reached over and touched his arm a few times as they conversed.
Her name was Asia and she looked even better up close than she did from a distance. She was pretty much his dream girl and he couldn't believe that he was actually standing there talking to her without feeling nervous or scared out of his mind.
They talked for a little while and then she suggested that they go for a walk on the beach so they could be alone. Tommy agreed that it was a good idea and when she took him by the hand he thought that his heart might explode in his chest it was pumping so hard due to his excitement and happiness.
They walked on the moonlit beach for a bit laughing and talking until they came to a secluded area with no one else around. Asia gave him a quick kiss on the lips out of nowhere and before he knew it she was busy pulling his clothes off. She stripped down as well and they ended up having sex right there on the beach under the stars. It was like a dream come true for Tommy and when they were done Asia lay her head on his chest and he held her close as he thought about how he had just had the greatest night of his entire life. She was fast asleep and right before he drifted off himself he saw a shooting star pass overhead, making it a perfect night.
When he woke up the next morning he noticed a weird coppery taste in his mouth at once. It took him a moment to realize that it was blood but it didn't really alarm him as he was prone to biting his tongue in his sleep. It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up in the morning tasting blood because he'd bitten his tongue a little too hard while he was sleeping the night before. He couldn't help but notice that he also felt oddly bloated like he'd just eaten a big meal but he thought could just be that his stomach was acting up due to the pot and all the alcohol he'd had. He wasn't too worried about it until he turned over to kiss Asia good morning and what he saw made him scream.
She was laying there on her back beside him staring blankly up at the sky. Her bloody and partially eaten body looked as if some sort of wild animal had ravaged her. There were bite marks all over what was left of her and her throat had been ripped open. Several of her fingers had been bitten off and one of her legs was completely missing.
He could only moan as he wiped away at her dried blood all over his chin. He stood up slowly and had to fight the urge not to pass out as he heard the hippie's voice over and over in his head tell him "This is the best Cannabis in the world, my friend."
He suddenly felt sick so he bent over and proceeded to vomit all over the beach. As he emptied the contents of his stomach he started to remember what he'd done to Asia the night before and he thought about how similar the words cannibal and Cannabis were. He also thought about how his mother always told him to never use drugs when he was younger. He wished that he had listened to her.

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Todd Martin Nov 20, 2012

Basically the pot that he smoked was tainted and made him eat her. There is the bit where he realizes what he has done once he realizes that the words "cannibal" and "Cannabis" sound a lot alike...

Nicky Nov 19, 2012

Just say no.. this story left me in a doubt.. what exactly happened? Did the shark eat off her legs? It?s understandable that Tommy cud have bitten her fingers off or even eat her throat up but legs missing????? Din go down too well. Wud love to be enligh

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