"Stop mom go have fun with Robert," Alice sarcastically screams. "Excuse me young lady, don't talk to me in that tone, you are only 16," Debbie whales. She was mad at me the night before because she found out I was smoking pot. I stroll out the rusty door, my feet sliding against the wet deck. My raincoat was protecting me from the harsh sleet. I past by my dead best friends house and think of all the amazing memories we had together. My ocean blue eyes start to tear up. Especially remembering the time we were in the woods and she was sniffing cocaine. That's when I ran home to her house to get her mom, but by the time I got to where she was she was already gone. I will never forget her for the next 30 minutes I'll be living. I find my best friends blood still on the leaves from 30 days ago. I sit down on the rock right next to the trail of dry blood. I take a small baggy out of my pocket, it was the weed I was smoking the night my best friend killed herself. I make sure no one is on the trail or even close. I wanted to die at that point. "CALL 911", my mother screams. "Why baby why. I thought you had a good life", she whines her eyes tearing up. That was the last we ever heard about her whole family. Some say they all committed and some say they are living in the woods. We all will never know...
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DRUG OVERDOSES
General FictionMultiple stories on people that died from drug overdoses. Most of their relatives were not in shock. (fiction)
