♫︎ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 ♫︎

1.

(Song of the chapter: "Mary Jane" by RAYE)

My heart stopped beating. My mind stopped working. And all because of those eyes.

My name is Anneliese Halen and this is my perfect love story. Or what I thought was my perfect love story.

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Isa was driving as fast as she could, blasting some Joost Klein shit on her phone. I'm not usually a type of person to judge someone's taste, but seriously? The worst part about it, was that I knew every single lyrics by heart because of her.

"Could you focus on driving a bit more, than singing Trafik?" I said turning down the music

"Booo! You're no fun!"

"And you're a child."

"Whatever."

"Just speed up more for God's sake."

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We were at the airport about half an hour later and Andrej was waiting there for us, impatiently.

"Gosh where have y'all been the flight is taking off in 10 minutes!" He confronted us

"Well we would've been faster if someone didn't care about some shit music than driving" I said

"Shut the fuck up, at least we got here."

I felt it as soon as we walked into the plane. That soft, comforting smell. I got so nostalgic, yet so grossed out by it. I was a cured drug addict and the last thing I needed in my life was my past teasing me at the most important time of my life.

It smelled even better and closer when we found our seats, like when Christmas cookies your mom made smelled and looked even better when they were out of the oven. The only thing stopping you from taking a bite was a fear to get your fingers burnt. I wanted that cookie so bad, but I was too afraid to get my fingers burnt.

Before I got cured, I would usually let drugs get in the control of my life. It got so bad that at one point, I would knock the whole table down just because Isa told me I needed to change the pajamas I was in for two weeks straight.

Isa made me go to therapy and rehab and at the start I would concider both just a waist of time. While I lost 3+ hours there I could've been home watching Friends while eating weed cupcakes. Them as the time passed and I kinda started to feel better, I started liking both. Therapy was like an enchanted forest where all my worries disappeared and I would just run around it, light as a feather. The rehab wasn't so scary anymore and it became kind of 'fun' if you can call curing from drugs fun. When I started to get better, I accepted the offer to go on a date with one of the cured patients. That cured patient is now my boyfriend and I couldn't be more happy to call him that.

My life became happier, less grayer and I never felt like I wanted to jump off a cliff after one day of not taking drugs. Drugs took over my life completely and I didn't even realize how much great things were going to come.

The most helpful person on my journey was Isa. We've been together through good and bad and she kept 'bothering' me with going to rehab every day until I finally said yes. It was the best decision of my life and I couldn't be more grateful for her and for her not giving up on me when everyone else did and I hope she knows I would do the same for her.

'No' I told myself and put my airpods in my ears. Music was the thing that helped me focus, become happier and relax. As much as I love both my best friend and my boyfriend, I will never have a greater friend than music.

No matter what genre, style or the type of lyrics, it helped me out every time (exept for the Small man that music kinda did the opposite)

That's why I applied to the contest in the first place, to help people and to make them happier.

I wanted to show them that no matter what we're going through, we are never alone. There's always someone by your side to help you, even if they aren't a real person.

Even if they're just a song, or a melody.

(Authors note: This chapter was a lot shorter than I tought it would be but how do we like it so far