My sister's a cocaine addict

"Tori?" Rebecca called as she knocked on her door. No answer. "Tori open up." She tried again, knocking harder. "Tori!" She started pounding on her door and I closed my eyes. She continued to pound on the door but it was no use. My eyes flew open remembering my mother, remembering what she had done, remembering everything. I spun my chair around and ran to the door. I took a few steps back and braced myself against the blow as I smashed the door open with my side. There she laid, with a needle in her arm, staring up at me. "Take it out." I whispered to Rebecca. She didn't move. "Take it out, take it out, TAKE IT OUT!" She moved, running over to Tori and struggled against her to pull the needle out. Blood started flowing down her arm. She had struck a nerve. Just like my mother. ------------------------------------------------------------------ So what do you do when your sister is a cocaine addict? You'd probably slap her then comfort her then send her to rehab. But what if cocaine is the norm in your town? What if cocaine addictions aren't a bad thing around here? People everywhere are doing it and not a single parent gives a damn. In fact parents themselves were addicted and cops were too. I, for the record absolutely HATE addicts. But what if a guy comes into your life who you seem to not get enough of? This slightly built, brown eyed, loving and passionate guy. He was like my own personal drug. Oh, and also he's addicted to cocaine, how wonderful. This is the story of my town, my family, my love, my life. ***BEWARE THIS IS NOT FOR YOUNG CHILDREN. CONTAINS HEAVY DRUG USE, PROFANITIES AND VIOLENCE***