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It took me a few years of rehab to finally decide not to do it. I promised myself that I would marry Brianna when she became a beautiful woman. She only saved me, saved our whole family. Who knew such a mircale could come into my arms. No one could see how much she meant to me.  I only did the rehab because of her.... was it worth it though? I think so.

 

 

Let me make this quick, quick and simple. 12 years ago on this very day of September 5th, it was a day all four of us could remember. The day we all met at the age of five, seven, and nine years old. The day in which we all became friends, best friends to be exact.  I didn't think our friendship would last this long, and the closer we all got, the relationship became stronger, growing different emotions and feelings. 

 

 

Rehab was hell, but I did it for her. For the one I loved. The one I could never doubt. The one who was there when no one else was. Months and months of men and women constantly checking me, checking my room,  a strip serch, and checking my arms and legs. Full body exams , thats how severe it was.

 

 

I didn't expect our lives to like this. Since the tragedy in January, nothing but twists and turns happened. There was not a single momment where I thought there was a chance of good luck. How was I supose to know all these things were going to happen! For heaven's sake, I'm only nineteen! These events happened two years ago! I didn't know it would almost end up ruining the whole friendship! It was just a bad year I supose.

 

 

Freedom was the sweetest part of it. I can see her face now. The face of an angel! Her round , perfect face. Her beautiful hazel eyes that melted my heart like butter, her thin smooth lips, her short kid like body... I can imagine her... it took me two years of rehab to do this, not one visit from her or the rest... A promise I hope they kept, to see me come out of treatment.  The question is, am I really cured?

 

 

Hi, I'm Christian Jay McCollester,  Welcome to my past.