IM NOT AN ANIMAL- ANSON BOON

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Sally was still recovering from heavy substance abuse. It started when she was young, very young. 12. Her father was amazing but he was at his wits end. Raising a daughter on his own, her mother wasn't present and hadn't ever been. She wasn't to be spoken or heard, in sallys eyes, she was the devil in disguise. He didn't know how to approach the situation, he was a hypocrite to tell her off but also couldn't sit and watch his daughter rot away.

It started with alcohol, beer specifically. It was what was available to her in the house. Then, as she got older and socialised more, it was vodka, any spirit near and it progressed to drugs. Starting with nicotine which wasn't anything to worry about, then weed, then cocaine and she started smoking crack. Her circle was horrible and there was no escape. That was until she had a mental breakdown and tried to commit suicide in her family home whilst her dad was in america. Thankfully, Hollie Cook had been asked to go check on her dads goddaughter and she saved her life. Paul soon came rushing over with his wife Jeni and they performed CPR. If it wasn't for them, she would be a memory. She attended rehab for 6 months and was thrown back into the real world. It was terrifying but also fascinating.
Steve, her father, had encouraged her to start visiting the set with him as he saw it as an opportunity for her to socialise with more people and to get her out the house. It took awhile but she soon ablogied and here she was. Walking round with her dad and Danny Boyle the director.

Sally was bored. Out of her bloody mind. Not that she wasn't appreciating the beauty of the series and it's birth, but being followed by your father to make sure you're not gonna chop up a line was infuriating. She knew it was out of care, but it was annoying. She snuck away for a cigarette and found herself on a rooftop. It was peaceful and seemed to be something she didn't realise she hadn't seen in awhile. Sally patted her pockets down to find her box of cigs but she had left them in her dads company. She let out a groan and tilted her head back but soon heard a chuckle from behind her. Spinning around she was met with a boy who looked to be similar in age to her, he was sporting an oversized hoodie and cargos, topped off with a huge north face jacket. "You can have one of mine don't worry, I know your pain. Been there way too many times." She was in shock. Her lips were moving but no words were escaping.

It was Anson.