Behind The Scenes: Behind All The Fame And Drugs

Chapter One.

I was born August 10th. I was born Araya Allen Loomis. That last name 'Loomis' is gonna haunt me the rest of my fucking life. People want to know my story and the wild ride with Mötley Crüe. Here's my Story. I had shitty parents or what some might consider "Abusive" and I mean my father Hank Loomis beat me to the point I passed out and my head split open cursing me with a nasty, ugly fucking scar. You might think, "Why are you swearing so much?" Here's your answer, It's my fucking book I'll do what I goddamn want. Now back to the main shit show. I grew up with abusive parents.  I had an older brother who was a complete Dick. I mean the fucker tried killing me when I was 17 after I got out of the hospital. You might be thinking, "what the fuck kind of people are your family? What the fuck is wrong with your brother?" Here's your fuckin answer. He's a psychopath. His name? 'Billy Loomis' sound familiar? Yeah. Bet it does. He turned out to be a fucking serial killer. I mean seriously. But your also probably thinking, "Araya your skipping chapters!" Your answer is It's my book. I'll do what I want. I'll say what I want. Its my book asshole. As I grew up around New Jersey, I was a kid who was quiet, kept to themselves, didn't have a lot of friends, hell I didn't have any. I lived there until I was 5. I moved to North Denver Colorado with my parents when I was 6. In 6th grade someone asked me to try their cigarette they somehow got from their parents. I tried it once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five times. Six times. I got addicted. My first addiction. I got depressed from everything, I started Cutting. My second addiction. Where were my parents? You might ask. Well, they were going out every night leaving me with my older brother Billy, who also started sneaking out and not coming home until 5 minutes before my parents came back. Nobody cared about me growing up. I was bullied at school. When I was 4 my dad beat me so severely to the point my head split open and resulting in me nearly dying. I was cursed with a nasty scar, and so severe migraines to the point that pain killers did nothing. By then I started being offered weed and different drugs at school by the weird druggie kids and me being the person am I needed something to numb that pain. My third addiction. Weed. I started relying on weed to help me but it eventually didn't do much after doing it so long. I tried Molly which became my fourth addiction. I started drinking which became My Fifth Addiction. By 14 I was addict. One night I was offered some white powder at a party with seniors. I thought a minute. It was cocaine. I tried it. I got addicted fast. I soon wanted more.. more heavy fun trippy stuff. I tried LSD I got addicted fast. I tried Speed, it didn't last long. I didn't like the way I felt on it. When I was 16.. I was offered a needle with a light tan, tea colored liquid in it. I thought "Fuck it" and I tried it. God was that a mistake. I got addicted to it faster then lightning. I fell in love. But then one night when I was 17, I wasn't walking home from a high school party in the Gym, I went out the back door to avoid the people crowded around.