Alice Brooks . d7 . cb3

I never used to be like this. The voices in my head never used to be there. There was a time when I was carfree like my sister, a time when I was strong like my brother but then I met him. I meet the boy who changed my life. At school people seemed to avoid him, maybe it was the dark circles around his eyes, or his pale skin but there was something about him that drew me towards him... Then I was caught. Caught in his trap, in his drugs, in his web of lies, of hunger, or thirst and addiction. He told me to just try it once, that these herbs he grew in his garden would just be a little bender, some fun... but once is all it took to become hooked, to become his possession. Never once had I envisioned myself to be an addict. To be so obsessed with something that it changed everything about me From my looks (hair which used to hold some like, now hung like straw.) to my personality. (once a girl ready to smile, now a girl who was just so thirsty, thirsty for more.) I became like him. Avoided at school, alienated at home. 

I was lost.

Would- could I ever be found?