Y/N pov
You would feel forgotten if your sister was Alex Morgan right. Alex Morgan is 2-time world champion and Olympic gold-medalist. How could I ever compete with that?
That's why I don't. I stay in my apartment smoking and drinking. I dropped out of school young and moved out. I wanted nothing to do with my family.
Especially my dad. He doesn't accept me for my drug usage.
What am I saying. Alex is their perfect child. Her girlfriend Jennifer Jareu is a FBI agent. Big time agent. So, I really shouldn't be doing drugs near her.
The last time I've seen Alex was the last time I was sober. I don't plan on being sober ever.
I line up cocaine that was delt to me by a college friend. I snorted it and cleaned up my nose. I heard a knock and ignored it.
I picked up my oxy pills and took them. Another knock followed. And another. They got louder and harder.
I stumbled to the door and practically fell against it.
I eyes were blurred and going crossed. I opened it there stood my perfect sister and her perfect girlfriend.
"What do you want Alex?" I groaned rubbing my eyes. She sighed and they pushed my back and walked in. I threw my hands up. "What the fuck do you need."
"Your on drugs again." She said
"Who ever said I stopped?" I giggled.
"Y/N I'm worried about you. Your my sister, i can't lose you." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh so now I'm your sister. 378 days Alex. That's the last time you came and checked on me. You no longer have that privlage of calling me your sister. Goodbye, nice seeing you JJ, but if both of you could leave that would be great." I said and Alex had tears in her eyes.
JJ got up and grabbed Alex's hand.
"I love you Y/N" Alex said once last time.
"Should've said that 378 days ago Alexandra."
.....
I lay on my apartment floor, cold and high as fuck. I can't see straight and I cannot get up. Foam is pouring out of my mouth. I cough some up. My phone is in my pocket so I slowly get it.
I look at it and the brightness makes me flinch and more foam come out.
Really did it this time Y/N
I dialed Alex's teammate Mal's number.
"Hey Y/N. Long time no talk-" Mal started.
"Mal.." i croaked out.
"Y/N what's wrong?"
"I'm overdosing. I need help now. Send help please." I groaned out and slammed my phone on the ground, shattering it.
Mal pov
I ran into the meeting room.
"ALEX, Y/N IS OVERDOSING. SHE NEEDS HELP."
Alex stood up quickly making JJ jump too.
"What?" Alex's voice cracks.
"She called and was overdosing. She needs help. I called 911. We need to go. now" I say and Alex jumps. We run to the car and get in.
"I can't lose her JJ. I can't." Alex cries.
"We won't" I said starting the car.
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