FOUL PLAY (book one)

CHAPTER THREE

my depression had gotten worse. I didn't want to live and I didn't want to die. what a predicament. I walked around everyday with a heavy feeling inside hoping that someone would notice, the only person who did was just as damaged as me. Allison. the year flew by and I don't even remember much of that year, I was in a stoned and drunk limbo. numbing all the emotions. that holiday Allison wanted to come with to south africa and my Aunt allowed it. traveling in south africa will always be one of my favorite adventures with Allison. we went club hopping and tried different drugs. we got addicted to codeine that holiday. the withdrawal was so bad but we mellowed it out with weed and some Xanax. on our flight back home we took some codeine and alcohol and slept the entire trip away.

the reopening of school was around the corner and no one was exactly excited. Allison was laying on my bed as we discussed how to bunk without getting caught. she still wanted to run away and I still wanted to die but we now had drugs to mellow everything out. my mom caught us doing drugs that same day. "are you addicted" she aaked. "no, we just experimenting" but my mom wasn't having any of that. she book me into rehab. and just like that I spent months in rehab. Allison was sent to rehab as well and we spoke many nights on the phone.

rehab wasn't exactly fun. the doctors were merciless and the withdrawal wasn't kind to me either. I made two new friends, well to be fair we were room mates. we spoke about everything and it was fun, I felt free. for the first time I felt free. i was still craving the drugs but it wasn't a need anymore it was more of a want. so I put it to the back of my mind. i was still doing school work in rehab and by the time it was exams i had studied the whole years curriculum and had so much faith in passing that term. I had thought Allison was doing well but once i came out of rehab I found out she had relapsed and was sent back. I desperately wanted to see her but her family thought I was a bad influence so I wasn't allowed anywhere near her. it hurt like a shxt. she was my close and only friend. we had been through so much together. at school well everything was still the same minus Allison. I looked even more like a girl and if you hadn't known me before you would most probably guess me to be female. it was the terms holidays. my older sister was getting married and I was happy for her.

it was at this wedding that I saw Allison. she hide behind a tree as she waited for me. both our families didn't want us together and I could understand why. she hugged me tightly and cried. "I missed you." "they told me you relapsed" "no. I didn't. i was in a mental asylum. I have borderline personality disorder. after the rehab it started acting up and I nearly committed suicide so they sent me away." "I missed you they wouldn't even let me see you, or call you." "I know my parents are like that. so I got drugs and alcohol..." we left. took some codeine and alcohol, did some Xanax and weed and just sat at our favourite hill. it was getting late and my mom had been calling, most probably wondering where I was. i dropped Allison close to her house and left and as soon as I got home I got a call from Allison's mom asking if I had seen her. and you know being a teenager and all that I lied. later on the next day the police came knocking at our house asking to have an interview with me. as I was a minor my mom accompanied me to the police station. "don't leave anything out and dokey lie either." my mom hissed. "when was the last time you saw Allison?"
and so on the grilling went. I found out she was missing and as soon as we were allowed to leave I called her hoping she would pick up. straight to voucemail. I called her other phone which her parents didn't know about but still voicemail. had she run away like she said she would?
that day I went home and cried. it felt like I was loosing everyone around me, maybe I was a bad influence. I relapsed and this time I overdosed. woke up in hospital six months later.