Last chance

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4 years ago...
Rebecca
"You need to stop Rebecca you know it just as much as I do, your just a pathetic junkie!"
I looked at my mom for help but she just stood silent, I held back any tears and ran into my room, I started to hurriedly pack a bag. I'm not staying here anymore, I need to be with my dad. He'll understand, he'll help me. I grab my beaten up old skateboard and climb out my bedroom window, I know the route to his house from here. My skateboard hits the floor and snaps in half which is just about enough to push me over the edge, I jump down anyway and start my journey by foot. It doesn't take long before I'm standing in front of his door debating whether or not I should knock the door. I go to knock and the door opens, just the sight of my dad is enough to break me back down into tears. I feel his arms wrap around me as he pulls me inside.
"What's going on Rebecca?"
He asks quietly after a moment, I don't have a response because I can't put it into words. Maybe it'll just be better if I showed him, I took a step back and slowly slipped off my heavy leather jacket, his face curled into a look of shock and anger. I felt my breath catching in my throat as he inspected my arms.
"Ah darling, come here."
He pulled me into another embrace and my tears flowed heavily out of my eyes,
"I'm going to help you okay. Things are going to be alright. You will be able to stop this, but for tonight shall we just start to watch Harry Potter?"
"I don't know if I'll be able to sit through it..."
"I'll be by your side the whole time."
We were about two hours into the first Harry Potter films when I felt the urge to top up my drugs, I think my dad could tell something was off. My hands were twitching and I was trying my best to focus on the film.
"Just focus on the film, don't give another thought to the drugs."
"I can't do it!"
I got to my feet and walked over to my bag, my hands were shaking as I looked for my last heroine needle. I can't find it and I start to feel sick, I've never been any good when I need a top up. I look at my dad and he's holding the needle in his hand.
"I can't let you do this."
He began to walk over to the sink, I walked towards him trying to stop him but I felt a horrible feeling off sickness rush through my body, I watch him get rid of £10 pounds worth of heroine. My sickness bubbles over into anger.
"Why would you do that, I needed that!"
"I'm only trying to help, your too young for all this honey. Please I just want you to get better..."
3 months later...
I'm doing relatively better, I can't even explain how hard the first month was. All I wanted was drugs, I didn't even care what one. I couldn't leave the house because I knew I'd be going straight to my dealer, my dad has been great. He's been trying his best to homeschool me while also looking after me and working, I still feel so drained all the time. Most days I can't even get out of bed, I still crave drugs but it's not as bad. I still get sick and I still get withdrawal symptoms but it's getting easier, day by day. The need for drugs will always play on the back of my mind but I guess that's something I've just to live with.

9 months later...
I walk out of the doctors office when my phone starts to buzz in my pocket, it's an random number but I answer anyway.
"Hello is this Rebecca Quin?"
"Yes?"
"Your dad was brought in earlier, he's been involved in a serious collision so if you could make your way down to the hospital."
"I'll be right there."
I ran to my motorcycle and I started the engine, I can't lose my dad because
then I'll lose my myself too and I can't do this again. I speed down the highway and towards the hospital, I pull into the car park and run into the reception area.
"I'm looking for my dad, I'm Rebecca Quin."
"Honey if you'd like to follow me."
I looked over and saw a lady with a sad look on her face, I walked over to her and I felt my breathing become uneasy.
"Earlier on today your father was brought in with serious injuries, my team really did try out best to repair the damage but nothing was working. I can promise you we tried our very best but I am so sorry, your father didn't make it."
My ears began to ring as my eyes filled with tears, he can't be gone. He's all I have left, my lip quivered as I looked up at the doctor who was nearly in tears herself.
"What happened? How did he die?"
"Darling I'm not sure~"
"Please just tell me I need to know."
"A truck driver lost control and crashed head on into your dad's car."
"Oh my god..."
My tears start to flow heavily down my face, he's gone and now I'm gone too.