Student #3 Continued

coming home at night. It was then that I met a girl who instantly became my "best friend." She introduced me to her friends along with a variety of different drugs. Words can't describe how disappointed my parents were in me. My dad became depressed and would call me horrible names and accuse me of gross things. This only added to my loneliness and depression and made me turn to drugs, alcohol, friends, and guys even more. One morning my mom and I got in a fist fight over what I was wearing, and she called the police. When they came I went out the window and ran, but obviously got caught. They arrested me for battery and I was taken to juvenile hall. I was scared, but still hated my family, my life, and most of all, God. After spending the day there, my mom let me come home on house arrest and extended probation until my court date.

Even after all this things still got worse. I shoplifted everything in sight, cut my arms and ankles daily, hardly ever went to school, and kept doing drugs and drinking. Inside I was so depressed since my reputation was literally ruined, and at times would consider suicide. A few months later my parents sent me to rehab, which was one big party for me and all my friends there. After I left, I got involved with another guy and stayed clean for a little while, until we broke up and he left me for my friend. A couple nights later I was out with friends as usual and I took more pills and drank more than usual. I knew something was wrong and for the first time, I was afraid I was going to die. I called my sister but she couldn't help me because I wasn't