My sister died five years ago, when I was only thirteen. Six month later my mom took her life as well. Seeing my older sister dying took every last ounce out of her and she killed herself. My dad took it hard as well but coped with it better. After my mothers death, he worked extra late and when I did see him I never he never really pay attentioned to me. When I was fourteen years old aroudn nne months after my mother's death I started to experence with drugs.
I started using weed and did ectasy. My best friend Alina,w as worried about me. She told me after a few months that she couldn't be friends with me. I remember her last words."I won't stand around and watch you ruin your life,"
Today four years later I still miss her friendship and wished I'd would have change back then. Now I'm a loser, a drug addict. I'm sitting in the bathroom of a public resturant. I pull a fresh needle. I feel my heart pumping; sweat fell down my slender cheeks. I needed too do this; I kept telling myself. I brought the white substance to my nose and I snorted it in. I liked cocaine and the high it gave me. I sat down on the floor, my body limped. I had did the one thing tht I wished over and over again I wouldn't do.
"You need to get out of the bathroom now," I heard a person say. I got up and brushed away the sweat, took a deep breath and walked outside the door. I smiled at the lady before I left the building.
I walked down the cold streets of the city. I didn't know what I was suppose to do.
"Yhihshih," I heard someone call. I turned around I saw Alina. SHe looked diffrent but I reconised her from the distant. I stood there staring.