Alone

How to Destroy Everyone you Care About

            Drugs aren't worth it. Not only do they destroy you, but they destroy the people that love you, and it will continue to do so after you can't help.-Anonymous

            Well, if I can tell you one thing any day of your life, it would be, "Before you even think about doing drugs, think of the people you care about. How would that affect them? You won't just be destroying yourself, but the ones you care for, you'd be destroying the ones that care for you. How would it feel to know you're the reason someone is sitting up a night praying for you with tears streaming down their face? How would it feel to know that someone you loved thought you didn't love them? How would it feel to know you're the reason someone you care for can't even listen to certain songs without breaking down into tears? How would it feel to know they wanted to die so they didn't have to think of your mistakes that caused them to suffer? Believe me, to be the one suffering from the drug addict, it's an unbelievable pain that you can't control. It's the kind of pain that causes you to lose sleep for nights on end crying from an emotional pain you can't get over. I know all of these moments a little bit to well, and I wish I didn't have to.

               I still remember most of the story like it was yesterday. All of what I had thought would turn out well, turned into my own living nightmare. I was in second grade, and my little brain expected none of what happened.

                "Ummm... Kendall," My mom said in an uneasy voice as I climbed into the car, "There's someone on the phone for you."

                "Hello?," I said in a very confused voice as I picked up the phone with a shaky hand.

                 "Hey my name is Josh.," Said a man with a deep country accent. This was weird, I thought, no one ever calls me, and who on Earth is Josh?

                "What's up?," I said very questioningly.

                "Nothing much, just wanted to talk to you," he said. I looked at my mom as if to say, "Who is this?" She looked back at the road without giving me an answer.

                I talked to the strange person for a little bit longer, and I found out he was in prison. He had gone to prison for drugs multiple times. I had a bad feeling about this already, I mean why was my mom letting me talk to some random guy who had been arrested more than once, twice even. There was definitely something up, it wasn't like her to allow this to happen. When I say it wasn't like her, I mean she is very protective of me to a point it gets too annoying.

              "Mom, who was that?," I asked nervously as I peered over at her deep hazel eyes. We all know where I got those from.

              "It was Josh.," she answered too calmly.

               "Who's Josh?," I asked again. When I wanted an answer, I wanted one right then and there.

                "That's for you to find out," she said aggravating me. I had no idea what that meant at the time, and in all honesty, for years, I wish I hadn't found out what she meant by that.

               I think it might have been three months later, we went to Longhorns.

               "Now we just have to wait for BoBo to get here.," my mom said. Why my uncle? I didn't even like him, with that mean vicious creature of a human he was. I saw a man walking over to our table.

                "Well, there's BoBo.,"my mom said smiling.

                "But he's not mean looking and fat as a blobfish.," I said, and honestly I couldn't have been more serious when I said that.