This is how it was supposed to be. Ryan and I at the 4.0 gala. My hair done up, my heels on, looking into the eyes of the love of my life. We were going to be happy. We were going to go to college together, buy a house, get married, have kids. Then I got addicted...
This is where it all started. I showed up to the party, predicting a causal lowkey night. Thats NOT what happened. Before I know it, a girl with purple hair offered me a small bag of white dust. It goes in your nose she said. I declined, and walked away. Five minutes later, she shows up again. Just do it she says again. I really meant no, I responded.
Everybody at the party started chanting my name. DO IT they all screeched. What could I say? No? I had to do it. I didnt want to be the one girl not doing it. It was right then and their where I signed away the rest of my life. I should have been stronger. I should have stuck up for myself. But I just wanted to fit in.
I cant feel my legs. All I remember before I passed out was a loud crash. My legs. I still cant feel them. I cant believe I drove when I was high. I felt fine. How did this happen?
I wake up in a hospital bed. I still cant feel my legs. I'm about to start crying when I see my mom and a doctor come into my room. After I hear that Ryan is dead, its all I can think about. I killed my boyfriend. All because I made one mistake. All because I tried heroin, once. But as i'm thinking of that addictive drug, I feel happy. And I crave more.
My life has been forever changed since that night. I went to jail for ten years after murdering my boyfriend in the car accident. I got out, and tried to move on with my life. But, a week later I got hooked again. I cant stop. I'm forever addicted and my life will never be the same.