The Fight For My Life (13+)

Hi, my name is Lisa. I was only 6 when my mom died. I was always depressed after that. Now that I'm 14 its hit harder than ever. I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't talk to anyone. Ever. No one would want to talk to me. I'm broken, bruised, and hurt. I can't even start to explain what is going on with me now a days. One day this gang from my school tells me that all my problems could go away. They give me this bag if something and a plastic pipe. They told me what to do and I did it. I got really addicted to this stuff, it helped everything. That is until one day I had to start fighting. To live.


3. Someone Help....Please


I've been doing this drug for almost three weeks now. Nothing bad has happened yet. Just that I've been feeling weaker, everyday it feels like I'm fading. I can't control it, I can't stop it.  I just let it happen. I walk slowly to school, feeling as though I'm going to faint. I can't go on like this. I reach the door to the school, and walk in. I walk to my locker, completely aware of the stares flashing my way. Nothing new there. I open the cold metal door to my locker as the noise in the hall got louder and louder. Then, as if by magic, it stopped. I turned around and fell. People rushed around me as darkness slowly surrounded me. I lay there in a world of black. ''Someone help.'' I think. ''Please.'' 

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