Short Story Collection

Story One: 

Jasmine's Story

*this story is about a 17 year old girl named Jasmine and her experience with drugs and alcohol, soon giving these up, her sister takes a trip with any drug given...by Jasmine's ex boyfriend. Everything in her life takes a turn for the worst...the best...then the worst.* 

*THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY NONE OF THE EVENTS HAVE EVER OCCURRED. THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY HAS NEVER TAKEN ANY FORM OF DRUG OR HAS EVER DRUNKEN ALCOHOL. ANY PERSON SIMILAR TO REAL LIFE PERSONS IS COINCIDENTAL. NEVER TAKE THE DRUGS LISTED IN THIS STORY AS THEY MAY RESULT IN DEATH OR ADDICTION. USE CAUTION IF DRINKING. NEVER BE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DRUGS OR ALCOHOL WHILE OPERATING A VEHICLE.*

My therapist is forcing me to write what happened that year. Good God. 

If I had known Drew would've done this, I would have never gone out with him, or speak to him. Had I known he was going to hurt my family, I would have never ever brought him home with me. All of that is different now. My sister is in a psychiatric hospital, my mother is fighting with my father, and I'm to blame for everything. I wish I could take it all back but Jesus Christ, there's no way in hell I can. No matter how hard I try it will always stay with me. It's my fault this happened. It's my fault Drew came after my sister, it's my fault she turned to drugs because of him.

It all started when I had met Drew. I fell for everything, we met over Facebook. He lived in my town went to a different school, he was cute, and he asked me out in October. We were together for some time, we went out to parties or the movies or to his house to fool around. I regret my first party with him, and I regret the second one even more. You see Drew likes to smoke out, he'll do weed, hash, meth, anything really. And the first party he took me to, Drew convinced me to take a hit off of his pipe. I did, and being high with him felt amazing. We couldn't stop making out in his car, every kiss felt so slow and drowsy and it felt great. We went inside and got some booze to drink. It wouldn't be the first time I've drank, I was 16 I had drunken alcohol before, but not while I was high. I had dry mouth badly that night and drank a little too much, I ended up at Drew's house naked under the covers of his bed at 2 in the morning. My mother didn't care much that I'd go out all night on weekends, she thought I'd be with my friends. But I wasn't. I was being de-flowered by Drew. And that night I didn't care. I was drunk, high, and he just felt so good to me. I didn't care about the hangovers or the pain in my pelvis from him ripping my hymen, I just stopped caring and let him take me away. I decided not to do it ever again.

The next party Drew took me to, he had me take LSD and everything was beautiful. He and I hid in the hosts bedroom and we went at it again. High, drunken sex after I said I wouldn't do this again. I lied to myself and let it happen because it felt so different. The world just felt so light and I felt so warm and safe. His arms around me just made me want to cry and scream "I love you" to him after just a month of being together. After that party we would meet up somewhere, get high and fuck around. I told him I wouldn't do the heavy stuff like he does. He agreed to my terms of our relationship. No heavy drugs, only weed or hash. He accepted it and then we had sex once more. We never did it sober, ever.

After a while I told him he had to meet my mom, he wanted to. His mother had passed away when he was twelve so it was nice to have a motherly figure nearby. I said no being high, he agreed again. So he met my mom. He won my whole family over, my parents, and my little sister, Chloe.

He came over many more times, we would spend hours in my backyard being high and smoking out. I never let Chloe near us when we did. I couldn't expose my sister to it. She was fourteen, I was turning seventeen like Drew in a month. I didn't want her to try something, and I know that seems hypocritical but it's true, she was too young for it. Pretty soon Drew started acting funny, he would be late picking me up, cuss at me more, and one day he hit me. I found out he was cheating on me with a girl from his school I broke up with him as soon as I found out. Don't ask why I didn't when he hit me. I don't know.