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Drama
 Created on 8-26-07
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Jess brought me to my feet and helped me to the recliner in the living room. She sat down next to me, practically in tears. She was just as scared as I was.
“Wwhy arren’t I ddead allrready J-J-Jess?” I stuttered. Every word I said, I stumbled over. “You weren’t meant to die like this. Not by suicide, not this young. I will not let you give up. I refuse to let you kill yourself. If you go down, I’m going down with you. You’re my best friend…I wish I had caught on sooner because then maybe I could have stopped you from slowly killing yourself. You’re going to get through this. I am going to be here for you every step of the way,” Jess said. “Thanks Jess. I’m sorry I d-didn’t come to y-you sooner. I really j-just d-didn’t c-care for w-what anyone said to m-m-me,” I stuttered. “It’s okay Kaden, you’ll be just fine. You have my word, I promise,” she said, while giving me a hug. The days after that grew easier. Jocelyn actually apologized. I decided it was better to just avoid my dad as much as possible. I stopped using thanks to Jess. She really just made living my life worthwhile because she was always there whenever I needed someone to listen.
March 2006The drama never stops I guess. Not being able to channel my rage and emotions into sports is really starting to get the best of me. I started using drugs and drinking again shortly after my surgery. Everything after my surgery to repair my shoulder just completely tore me apart. I got so stressed out, and yet, my dad wouldn’t give me a break even for a second. He continued to pressure me and completely tear me down whenever I did something good. Whenever I messed up, I would just get verbally abused until I gave up and admitted I was wrong. If I don’t get away from this town soon, I’m going to be dead within a year, guaranteed. I’ve started trying to channel my emotions into music, especially playing my guitar. I turn to my guitar when I have nothing else to fall back on. It helps me relax and just zone out. When I play my guitar… it’s almost like I’m alone with my guitar without a care in the world just doing something I love. I also learned to write songs based on how I’m feeling. It has worked a lot, but there are some days where it just will not work no matter how hard I try. The smoking and drinking is becoming habitual again. It’s like I’m digging my own grave now. After all I went through to put an end to my addictions and pain, it’s all coming back.
Today I found out I was accepted to T.C. Williams High School. Finally, a chance to get away from my past. A chance to make something of myself. Maybe now, my dad will actually have a chance to be proud of me. The school is a public school, only a town away, but every mile from Hernando, Florida makes a difference. Of course I’ll miss my friends from Hernando, especially Jess, but I need to start over new. Jess is going to Notre Dame Academy, an all-girls school, but she needed to get away also. There’s only a few months left of 8th grade. I figured I should just try to deal with everything and not let it get to me. It’ll be hard but I’m going to try.
The past two weeks I’ve been to a lot of house parties on the weekends, drinking parties pretty much. Lately it has been my way of having fun on the weekends. Jess has started to catch onto my excessive drinking. So she stopped by and set me straight. I have to quit this drinking lifestyle, not just for me, but for everyone else in my life.
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Please Login to post comments| On August 26th 2007 omfg010203 Said : | |
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Wow...young !!! |
