There is no day that passes by that I don't remember what that bustard did to me. He ruined my life. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I feel disgusted. They don't really understand. They are not helping me. How do they seriously think putting me in here helps in any way. I hear Greg was also taken to Rehab, was kind of hoping to find a familiar face but oh well. Dr Phil was always there for me, I guess. Just used to follow me around, constantly asking me if I needed anything. It was getting annoying. I've been here for about 3 months now. When I was being admitted here, I wasn't really paying attention to what anyone was saying. I was just in my own world. I am so sure ai am the eldest here. Al the others seem to be psychopaths. The upside of all this is that we could ring out folks on the weekends. Linda was the only one who put a smile on my face. Oh and....Luis. HE was just fun to be with. I remember on my first week, he offered to give me a tour of the place. I had my second thoughts about him. I had my second thoughts about him. He kind of intimidated me considering he was like a foot taller than me. But did that stop him? I wasn't really getting the point of the rehab thing but he made it more bearable. Everyday after high tea he would take me to this backyard. I didn't even know it existed and we would talk for hours about baseless things that would still make my heart melt. I hat to say it but, I was falling in love. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. One Saturday I wend to get him in his room where he spent most of his time. Didn't really ask what he did coz I didn't want it to seem like I wanted to monitor him. The door was locked so I decided to go by the back. I peeped into his window and what I saw plucked my soul straight from my body. In one hand, was a lit blunt that went in and out of his mouth simultaneously, one the other was a clear plastic bag enclosing some white powder. I knew what it was but my mind constantly refused to accept. I stood there for quite some time, in shock. I was many things at that time. Suddenly, he turned and shot his red eyes at me in shock. I bolted away and headed to the main room where everyone was gathered. I went to a corner by myself and zoned off. I didn't know what to think. The only person I ever saw with those type of drugs was my brother, Aiden. And we all know how he turned out. To think that I was actually falling in love with the guy. As expected, he came behind me and tried to convince me it was not what It looked like. I mean, I liked the guy, so getting mad at him wasn't really in the cards. It took him a while, but he managed to convince me. I honestly don't know how but he did. It was only some significant others who knew what he did. I was exposed to a whole new world. Before I knew it, I was in the game. Though not as hefty, I was in. I was 2 months into my session when I started doing them, my life became...exciting. Got new friends. Not good friends. Amazing friends. Snuck out, stole food, smoked weed, did cocaine. Seriously, what did we not do. At my tender age of 14, I was an addict. I know your thinking, how did we get them, let's just say, Luis knows a guy, and his guy know a bigger guy. The source never really mattered, as along as it was free. But after a while, the staff started finding stashes and stashes of the goods, became suspicious, investigations commenced. Only took them two weeks to figure out Luis was the supplier. All I know is that one night, they all fled into his room and took him, I've never seen him again. He was orphan, so I guess nothing really mattered to him, and as for me, only had my dad who I haven't spoken to in a while. At the moment, life was...POINTLESS. The drugs deprived me of my sleep. I did them day and night, missing meals, keeping away from the crown and just doing my thing. They never really caught up to me. But obviously, I couldn't go on forever. One Monday night, corner of my bed, midnight. Feeling kinda tipsy then dizzy, then DARK. Wasn't really alive. But let's just say, they packed a punch. I was out in a semi-comma for about 6 months. I narrate this as this was the biggest fall in my life. Could feel dad by my side, crying so that I could wake up, move a finger, something...just anything. When I did, he was overjoyed. Could not say the same about myself. While I was in rehab I always kept thinking of my future. I saw nothing. I mean, mom was gone, Phillip was gone, Aiden was basically gone, wasn't even sure if Linda was still there especially after her mother died. So yeah, wasn't that happy when I woke up. But all this got me thinking, I can't throw my whole life away coz of the things I can't change. Though I have learned to focus on the things that I can. Few months later, dad left. I was all alone. But Josephine took me in as her own despite my messy past. But everyday I open my eyes, I live by my motto. YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE PAST, BUT YOU CAN CHANGE THE FUTURE