Evolution of a Relationships and Drug Abuse

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September, 2009. Yet another school year begins. They say it’s the best one. The strongest one. The most important. The monumental senior year. It’s given too much hype.

The first few weeks of school were normal. Nothing had changed from junior year. Still had the few friends that I wanted. Still had the grades I wanted and they were getting stronger. Still had the respect I had regained from my mom, and had kept the respect with my friends from the previous year. Had actually acquired a few more friends towards the end of the year and I actually got to reconnect with grace. Sadly all my senior friends which made up about half of my group last year had graduated and moved on and now it was a special treat when I got to talk to them. Things were going pretty well. I had everything you could expect for senior year. For the first month everything remained the same. Just as I had expected and wanted it to. And then for the last time. It all changed.

A month before thanksgiving break. At the Highland Lake Inn. Kathleen’s birthday party.

I wasn’t great friends with everyone who had attended that party but for the most part we all got along. It was myself, Amanda, Kathleen, Sam, Greydon, Dayton, and a new girl Krystal. Kathleen had told me before that I needed to become friends with Krystal. So at the party we kind of talked but it was on the way home from the party in the car when we really started to connect. Later in the dorm as we talked on and on about things that had happened in the past I began to realize that she was more like me than anyone I had ever met. She didn’t get along with her mother. She was an unexpected baby just like me. She was bisexual like me. Naming thing after thing we both realized that we could relate in ...

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...mbered all of it. Krystal remembered nothing. She woke up the next day in the ER and was told she had almost died. She was the one punished for something she only played a small role in when it was my decision to let us drink. It was my decision to not pay attention to how much we were having. It was my decision to not take care of her. And it was my decision to let it get out of hand. None of these decisions were ones I had subconsciously made at various points that night but they were still mine. These were things that would never happen again. I never intended for any of it to happen. I didn’t think we had had too much. I k new I hadn’t but I didn’t think she had either. . Vodka and Redbull. And Vodka and Orange Juice. Never again would I have a drink. I made that promise to myself the second I heard the word Hospital come out of the Wenham police officers mouth.

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