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Drama
 Created on 8-26-07
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The next morning my dad continued his rampage, yelling at me every time he saw me. I was extremely quiet in school. Just being there made me feel more vulnerable. I just couldn’t deal with the things going on in my life…I was so sick of it. The day felt like it was going on forever, probably because I barely said a word, even to my friends. I went into the bathroom during math class and pulled out a razor from my pocket and a towel from my back pack. Almost in tears, I slid the sharp razor against my wrist. The blood from the wound was dripping down my wrist. I picked up the towel, put it under water, and wrapped it around my wrist until the bleeding stopped. After it stopped, I put my sleeve down, and went back to class. When I got back to class, Jess asked me if I was alright. I told her I was fine, I was just really tired. She said okay, and I walked away.
That same night I went out with a few of my friends. I needed to get away from it all for a little while. We bought some weed off of some kid, and got some alcohol. I smoked and drank so much I passed out at my friend’s house. Thank god it was Friday night. I felt so much calmer when I was high or drunk. I had no worries. It felt good.
So I started to smoke even more. Drinking became a constant habit along with smoking.
June 2005I don’t know how I managed to not get caught smoking and drinking. I mean, it must have been obvious I wasn’t myself. Nobody was really catching on…or at least that’s what I thought. These habits of mine went on for a couple months. My lifestyle was now a “Fuck you! Fuck the world! I don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything!” My friends started to ask questions like, “What the hell is going on with you Kaden? Why haven’t you been returning our calls? You never hang out with us anymore.” I was afraid to tell them the truth. I completely broke off from Jess and Emma because of my “new” friends. I’m so lost. I feel like I lost my best friends and I pretty much did. Maybe I can change that…
I picked up my phone to call Jess. “Hey Jess, I haven’t talked to you in awhile. How’ve you been?” I asked. “Hey Kaden, yeah I know, it’s been awhile. I’ve been good. How have you been? We’ve all been worried about you,” she said in concern. “I haven’t been so good. That’s sort of why I’m calling you. I wanted to know if you wanted to come over so we could talk,” I said. “Yeah, sure I’ll be right over,” she told me. About 20 minutes later, Jess showed up at my house. We went up to my room and talked for while. It felt good to finally talk to her again. She understood me, and made me feel a little better. Soon after, I got an IM from Jocelyn. The IM said, “You better watch out you bitch. Now you really have it coming to you, you fucking drug addict!” I showed Jess. She was shocked. After she read the IM, she sent a message back to Jocelyn and started to yell at her.
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