My 13-Step Program

My 13-Step Program

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"Heya sam.. C'mere fura second wouldyaa" James is calling me over, but I know I shouldnt go. Wait. Why are my feet moving. Why are my lips curling. Why in the hell am I smiling and giddily skipping over to James berndahan. My gut is telling me over and over again to stop. To turn back now before it's too late. But my poor, intoxicated brain, is screaming at me to carry on. I don't try to fight it. I reach the destination my drunk body has set for me, and I peer into a bowl full of prescription meds. Before I know what I'm doing, my hand has already stuffed it's way to the bottom and yanked it's way back up, revealing a whopping bounty of brightly colored and weirdly shaped pills. Before I can gather my intoxicated thoughts, my hand finds it's way to my mouth in which it momentarily stops. Don't worry Sam, this is what everyone does at a party. Live a little. What's the worst that could happen anyway? The pleads from my brain eventually overwhelm me And I shove the pills in.
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"Mommy?" I looked up from her arms and into her smile. "Yes, my little light?" She replied back, with a curious grin. Nothing but love, gentleness, and kind warmth on her sweet face. Six year old me stared into her glistening eyes. Eyes that could melt glaciers. Those eyes. "What is it my love?" She questioned again with an angelic smile. That damn smile. The sudden breeze pushed the windows to slam open against the walls, as the curtains flew up and the rose candle was blown out. The night crept in, invading my bedroom. My mother gasped with a frightened jump and called out my name. Frantically, she flipped the bedside lamp on when she heard no reply. Panic washed over her face as she kneeled beside her sweet little girl, now covered in a blood stained night gown, black eye and bloody lip. "Why did you let him hurt me, mommy?" My mother gasped and fell back onto her hands. Terrified, she stood and with no hesitation, made a dash for the door, leaving her baby girl in the dark corner. Her panicked attempt to leave the room came to a complete stop as she came to face the full length mirror. She stared back in horror, only it wasn't her looking back at her reflection. It was me -Kali emerges from her past that has left every piece of her in ruins. Her life was left shattered into a million pieces. With intentions of starting a new life, she feels like her past will never let her go. When starting over doesn't promise a new start, Kali's life is thrusted in and out of place.

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