In Love, On Drugs

the beginning

It all started that horrible, horrible summer day.

I was sixteen.

I was young, pretty and popular. I had it all.

It was the first week of summer break.

I got a call. A deafening call.

I went to the hospital, the GPS still programmed for the beach.

I was too late.

The bodies were covered in sheets when I rushed in.

I couldn't stand. I couldn't eat. I couldn't think.

I don't remember much of the first week. The funerals, the condolences.

They gave me his teddy. They gave me their rings.

I was an orphan.

I was an only child.

I had it all. Then, suddenly I had nothing.

I met him first a few weeks later.

The girl I knew from class introduced me to him.

None of my real friends wanted to come meet him with me.

I met him in a park late one night.

He thought nothing of it.

He didn't know he was about to ruin some girls' life.

The first purchase was weed. 

He gave me a Xanax too, a new customer welcome he called it.

He shouldn't have done that.

He really shouldn't have done that.

And that was that.