Young Forever [ENG VER]

Chapter 1

I was born as the only child in the Ramirez family, one of the wealthy families in the city. When I was about six or seven years old, my parents divorced. I don't remember how I reacted to it, after all, I was a child then, I was definitely sad and stuff like that, after all, I guess everyone would react that way. But later, when I was older, I somehow started to accept it, because it was better for them if they didn't live together, there were no more quarrels and so on. It came to the point that my father took over my care and my mother moved and lived in another city. Sometimes I visited her during the holidays and stayed with her for a few days or a week or two as a child. However, as I got older, our contact was getting worse and worse, and it was even difficult for her to call me once a month.

In my old high school, where I went, I was in the second and third grade, I fell into quite a bad company. My grades went from good to bad, it's not like I was a nerd or anything like that before, I just studied because my father wanted me to. I don't know why I did it. Maybe I wanted him to be proud of me? Well, as I said, my grades went down and I started to go downhill, I didn't really recognize myself anymore. My friends and I went out to parties, whether it was in clubs or house parties where there was only alcohol, drugs or other things. Everyone my age did these things, so I wanted to fit in, so I started to do the same. At that time, I only reached for cigarettes or various alcohol, which usually ended with vomiting. Days passed and passed and I went downhill more, I didn't care at the time because I was so blinded. One evening I was at a house party with friends, that's when I reached for the first time for the marijuana that was there. Everyone there smoked it, well it wasn't that bad back then because I knew there were worse things than marijuana, but I didn't want to have any contact with that kind of stuff. But I still gave in when my friend who was a year older than me tried to persuade me to do it. And so at every possible party or even meeting, I started smoking with others. After a few weeks there was another meeting in the club, this time only with my friend, if you can still call her that. We were in the club together without any other group of friends. I don't know why I went there then. Maybe I wanted some fun? Well it was a club with a lot of teenagers or people over eighteen. But then when we were sitting at the bar and having a drink my friend took a bag of white powder out of her leather bag with two small plastic tubes. And then I knew what would happen, she started to persuade me to do it with her and even though I refused she still insisted. After a dozen or so persuasions and persuasions I gave in and we both started snorting cocaine. Then I started to feel bad but I ignored it and after a while we both went to the middle of the club and had fun. My mood improved and I felt good. And so after that first time there were more and more. That's when I slowly started to get addicted.

When the third year of high school started, I felt like my father realized that something was wrong so I had to hide it more. After that it was quite hard for me, my whole group of friends started avoiding me more and more and I didn't even know why. Did I do something then? Or maybe it was something else? I didn't know. I was alone then when others were having fun and spending time together. I stopped going to any clubs then. Even cocaine didn't help anymore. I had no strength for anything, not to study or even to get out of bed. I didn't tell my father anything and pretended that everything was fine and so on. I only told my father that I felt bad and stopped going to school for a few days. One day when I had really had enough, which probably seems stupid, I started to self-harm on my left wrist. I was probably stupid for even coming up with such an idea. Apart from that I did it because it helped me a little at the time and I started going to school again. The second half of the third year started. I tried talking to my friends from the group again and maybe it even worked a little. We talked together at school again and went out to parties. I felt great then, but I didn't tell them about the self-harm because I didn't want to seem crazy. But my luck ran out quickly. When it was practically the end of May, everything seemed fine, right? The holidays were coming soon, but I was surprised. When I got home and went upstairs to my room and saw that the drawers in my room were being opened as well as the cabinets or even the mattress from my bed was lying on the floor. That's when I knew. My father probably knows. I quickly went downstairs then and went to the living room where my father was already and was probably waiting for me. He was sitting on the couch and when I entered there was powdered cocaine, cigarettes and other things on the table. After a while he stood up and walked over to me and said.

- So this is what you were doing with your friends the whole time? - Then he pointed to the table.
- Or your grades when they got worse. -
- I know everything you did, even what's on your wrist. -

At that point I just stood there and looked at the floor not saying anything, I don't remember what else he said except the last words when he said I'd be grounded and that he'd change my school and that he'd sign me up for some psychologist and psychiatrist. Even though I begged and begged, it didn't help.

That was the end of parties, friends with all the fun and things I liked. Only then did I understand what my condition was and what my friends and I had brought me to.

When the school year ended and it was vacation time I stayed home all the time or went to various specialists for treatment.

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And here is the first chapter ( > < )
I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes! (*>.<*)