• "Is that cool to you?
    Do you enjoy ruining your life?
    Do you enjoy murdering the hearts of those around you?
    What is wrong with you?
    Get a hold of yourself!"
    I fought very hard to keep these words from slipping beyond my lips as i watched Avery stumble to her knees. She was beyond help. Each time i tired to help her she would slip farther under. All i could do now was be there for her, be a friend.
    I'd known Avery since 9th grade. She was a very sweet and innocent teenager. She did good in school and hung out with a lot of nice people. But then things changed. She met that one person who threw her life down the drain in an instant, Derek. He got her into drugs and she was addicted within a week. When she didn't get high she would freak out and cut herself. I tried talking to her, finding help for her and being there to lead her in the right direction; but she turned me down. I'd never seen her high until today, and I'll admit that it scared me. That was not the Avery i knew. People change, i understand that, but she took a turn for the worse.

    "What do i do?" I asked Nash as Avery lied laughing on the floor. "We have to get her out of public. We can bring her to my house." He hoisted her up over his shoulder and made a b-line to the Jeep. I followed him in a daze, everything seemed to be moving so fast. I was just so overwhelmed with the situation. When we got to the Jeep he sat her in the back and quickly buckled her in. I rounded the car to the passengers seat and waited for him to start the vehicle. I could hear Avery mumbling in the backseat. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but hearing and seeing her in that kind of state was upsetting to me. "Nash I'm afraid" i exclaimed with tears welling in my eyes. "Of what?" I pointed to the back seat, Avery was sitting slumped over. "Hayden listen, it's going to be okay. I promise you we will find a way to help her." I didn't believe him, from experience i knew it wasn't possible. I'd already tried so many times. He reached for my hand to hold and i placed it in his. We sat quietly the rest of the way to his house. No one said a word. No one knew what to say. But we knew this was the start of a long journey.