Danny's addiction to alcohol and self-harm had taken over his life. He had lost his job, his friends, and Lermanus. He was alone, with no one to turn to.
He started to hang out with a bad crowd, people who didn't care about anything except getting high and causing trouble.
He would spend his days drinking and doing drugs, getting into fights and breaking the law.
He didn't care about anything anymore, not even himself. He was on a path of self-destruction, and he knew it.
One night, he found himself in a dark alley, surrounded by his so-called friends. They had just robbed a store, and they were all high on drugs.
Danny was drunk and high, and he didn't even know what was happening. He was just going along with it, not caring about the consequences.
But then, the police showed up. They had been tipped off about the robbery, and they had come to put a stop to it.
Danny's friends scattered, but he was too slow. The police caught him and arrested him.
He was taken to jail, and he knew that he was in deep trouble. He had broken the law, and he was going to pay for it.
But he didn't care. He was just numb, his mind foggy with drugs and alcohol.
In the end, he was sentenced to years in prison. He was back where he started, alone and lost.
And as he sat in his cell, he knew that he had hit rock bottom. He had taken a bad turn, and he didn't know how to get back on track.
He knew that he had to change, that he couldn't keep living like this. But he didn't know if he had the strength to do it.
He was trapped in a cycle of addiction and self-destruction, and he didn't know if he could break free.
