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Emily Butler is addicted to Cocaine and Morphine. One day her brother, Martin, walks in while she's buying her drugs. Martin got into a fight with her dealer. Emily tried to stop him but he didn't and he died.
Emily feels guilty for his death and goes into a depression. She is so depressed that she doesn't want to live anymore. Can her family and friends get through to her and stop her before she destroys herself?
Emily feels guilty for his death and goes into a depression. She is so depressed that she doesn't want to live anymore. Can her family and friends get through to her and stop her before she destroys herself?
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went to do something about it you stabbed him." Chris asked, "Is he going to be alright?" I answered, "Yeah no thanks to you. Chris asked, "Then what's the problem? He's going to be okay. No harm done."
I rolled my eyes, "What do you want?" He walked a little closer to me and said, "I want you back. Please move back in. I won't hit you anymore." I laughed, "That's funny. Because you know they all say that. And if the girl's stupid enough to go back with him then it just happens aain. Except worse." Chris put his arms down, "I'm not going to do it again." I shook my head, "No Chris. Go home."
Chris grabbed me by my shoulders and brought me away from the house. I fought with him, "Let go of me! Chris let go!" He slapped me across my face and said, "No! You're coming back with me!" I said still trying to get out of his arms. He hit me in my face about five times in a row with a closed hand. I screamed, "DAD! DAD!"
About two seconds later my dad and my mother were at the door. Mother gasped as my father came over to me. He hit Chris in the back of his head about three times before e finally let go of me. Chris went running down the street.
I hugged my father crying. He asked, "Are you alright? Was that the guy who beat you up in the first place and stabbed Matt?" I nodded and answered, "Yes." I kept my head down so he didn't see my face. I knew it would be bad. I could feel the blood running down my face.
My dad asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded and turned covering my face with my hand. My mom said, "Emily. You're not okay. Why are you covering your face?" I walked around her and went inside, "I'll be fine." They followed me inside. I went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I looked into the mirror and started to cry. How was I going to hide this from them? My left eye and all around it was bruised purple. And it had swelled a little bit. And the blood that was running down my face came from a cut on my eye brow.
I took a rag and wet it. I put it up to my eye and wipped the blood away. It hurt a little bit but I was only pressing a little bit. There was a kock on the door, "Emily. Are you okay?" It was mother. She would freak if she saw me. I lied and called out, "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be out in a minute." She said, "Alright."
I sighed and finished wipping the blood away. After a few minutes I put my head down and covered it with my hand. I opened the door and walked out. Mom and dad were standing there waiting for me. I said, "I'm fine. There's no need to worry about me now." My dad put his hand on my chin and brought my face up to look at him. I still covered my face with my hand. He said, "Baby move your hand away." I sighed and moved my hand. Mother put her hand over her mouth, "Oh my god. Look at what he did to your face." My dad lightly ran his thumb over it, "You don't need to feel as if you need to hide it from us. Does it hurt much?" I shook my head, "No. Just don't put pressure on it." I hugged my dad, "Thanks dad. For getting him off of me." He said, "Nobody hurts my little girl." Mother put her hand on my head and ran her fingers through my hair, "You should probably go see Matt. He got worried about you when you screamed. He would be happy to know that you're going to be okay." I looked over at her, "Couldn't you just tell him for me? He's just going to get angry because Chris hurt me again and then do something stupid when he heals. He might even try to do something now." Dad said, "No he won't. We won't let him. So you can go in there." I nodded and sighed, "Okay."
When I went into his room I kept my head turned away so that all he saw was my right side of my face. I sat next to his bedside on the chair. Mom and dad sat on chairs on the other side of the room. Matt asked, "Are you alrgiht? What happend?" I answered, "Chris came over and I tried to get him to leave but he wouldn't. Dad got him to leave though." Matt asked me, "Did he hurt you? Why won't you look at me? What's wrong with your face?" I turned my head over to him and showed him my face, "I'll be fine. It's just a couple bruises and a small cut." Matt took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I really wish I didn't have to relax right now. I'm going to kill him." I looked at dad, "I told you that he would try to do something stupid once he heals. This is why I didn't want to come in here." Matt said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything stupid." I smiled, "I'm going to hold you to that." I went over and hugged him, "I love you." He smiled and ran his hand through my hair, "I love you too. Why don't you go get some rest?" I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." I left and went into my room.
I sat on my bed and held my stomach. I was starting to feel sick. And my head was hurting. But not because of what Chris had did. Because of the fact that I didn't have any of my drugs in couple days.
There was a knock on the door, "Emily. Can I come in?" It was dad. I groaned and called out, "Yes." He came in and sat next to me, "Are you okay?" I nodded, "I will be." He frowned, "What's wrong? You look all pale. And you're holding your stomach." I said, "I haven't had my drugs in a couple of days and it's getting to me. If I start beggin you for them don't let me have them. I heard that when people are getting off their addiction they say crazy things." He said, "Don't worry. I won't. And I'm sorry. It's all my fault that you're on drugs in the first place." I layed down and put my head on his lap, "My stomach hurts. I feel like I'm about to get sick." Dad put his hand on my shoulder, "Well, it's going to be okay. And if you have to get sick then just get sick. That'll probably be the best thing for you. Getting it out of your system."
There was another knock on the door. I called out, "Come in." When the door opened a tear ran down my face. It was Simon. I got up and went over to him, "What are you doing here?" He said, "You're mother called me and told me what happend. With your wrists and everything that happend with Chris." I said, "I'm sorry about what I said to you the last time I talked to you. I didn't mean it." My dad got up and came over to me. He kissed me on the cheek, "I'll leave you two alone." He left.
I continued, "I only said that so you didn't come looking for me. At the time I didn't want to be home around my dad so . . ." Simon hugged me, "When you said that you didn't want to see me again I cried for hours." I said, "I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Simon smiled, "Yes. Of course I do. I love you." I replied, "I love you too." Simon's smile faded for a moment in shock, "What did you say?" I repeated, "I love you." He smiled and kissed me, "I've never heard you say that." I stayed in his arms forgetting about my upset stomach, "I'm not afraid to say it anymore. I love you." Simon hugged me, "How are things going between you and your father?"
I went over and sat on my bed. Simon sat next to me and put his arm around me, "Talk to me." I looked up at him and said, "Why does everyone want me to talk to them?" Simon said, "Because we all love you." I half smiled and looked away, "Well, I'm giving him a chance. And he's been here for me since then, but that was just a day. I don't know what's going to happen." Simon rubbed his hand on my back, "It's a start. You can only take one step at a time. And you took the first step. And he's taking the second step. You two will take more steps in time." I leaned my head on his shoulders, "And you'll be happy to know that I'm trying to come clean. I haven't had any of my drugs for two days now. But I don't know how I'm going to go on for the rest of my life without them. It has only been two days and already I'm feeling sick." Simon kissed my head and replied, "You have me, your mother, your brother, and your father here to help you." I sighed, "I wish he would have came back years ago and all that has happend happen then. If it did then Martin would still be here."
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I rolled my eyes, "What do you want?" He walked a little closer to me and said, "I want you back. Please move back in. I won't hit you anymore." I laughed, "That's funny. Because you know they all say that. And if the girl's stupid enough to go back with him then it just happens aain. Except worse." Chris put his arms down, "I'm not going to do it again." I shook my head, "No Chris. Go home."
Chris grabbed me by my shoulders and brought me away from the house. I fought with him, "Let go of me! Chris let go!" He slapped me across my face and said, "No! You're coming back with me!" I said still trying to get out of his arms. He hit me in my face about five times in a row with a closed hand. I screamed, "DAD! DAD!"
About two seconds later my dad and my mother were at the door. Mother gasped as my father came over to me. He hit Chris in the back of his head about three times before e finally let go of me. Chris went running down the street.
I hugged my father crying. He asked, "Are you alright? Was that the guy who beat you up in the first place and stabbed Matt?" I nodded and answered, "Yes." I kept my head down so he didn't see my face. I knew it would be bad. I could feel the blood running down my face.
My dad asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded and turned covering my face with my hand. My mom said, "Emily. You're not okay. Why are you covering your face?" I walked around her and went inside, "I'll be fine." They followed me inside. I went into the bathroom and shut the door.
I looked into the mirror and started to cry. How was I going to hide this from them? My left eye and all around it was bruised purple. And it had swelled a little bit. And the blood that was running down my face came from a cut on my eye brow.
I took a rag and wet it. I put it up to my eye and wipped the blood away. It hurt a little bit but I was only pressing a little bit. There was a kock on the door, "Emily. Are you okay?" It was mother. She would freak if she saw me. I lied and called out, "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be out in a minute." She said, "Alright."
I sighed and finished wipping the blood away. After a few minutes I put my head down and covered it with my hand. I opened the door and walked out. Mom and dad were standing there waiting for me. I said, "I'm fine. There's no need to worry about me now." My dad put his hand on my chin and brought my face up to look at him. I still covered my face with my hand. He said, "Baby move your hand away." I sighed and moved my hand. Mother put her hand over her mouth, "Oh my god. Look at what he did to your face." My dad lightly ran his thumb over it, "You don't need to feel as if you need to hide it from us. Does it hurt much?" I shook my head, "No. Just don't put pressure on it." I hugged my dad, "Thanks dad. For getting him off of me." He said, "Nobody hurts my little girl." Mother put her hand on my head and ran her fingers through my hair, "You should probably go see Matt. He got worried about you when you screamed. He would be happy to know that you're going to be okay." I looked over at her, "Couldn't you just tell him for me? He's just going to get angry because Chris hurt me again and then do something stupid when he heals. He might even try to do something now." Dad said, "No he won't. We won't let him. So you can go in there." I nodded and sighed, "Okay."
When I went into his room I kept my head turned away so that all he saw was my right side of my face. I sat next to his bedside on the chair. Mom and dad sat on chairs on the other side of the room. Matt asked, "Are you alrgiht? What happend?" I answered, "Chris came over and I tried to get him to leave but he wouldn't. Dad got him to leave though." Matt asked me, "Did he hurt you? Why won't you look at me? What's wrong with your face?" I turned my head over to him and showed him my face, "I'll be fine. It's just a couple bruises and a small cut." Matt took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I really wish I didn't have to relax right now. I'm going to kill him." I looked at dad, "I told you that he would try to do something stupid once he heals. This is why I didn't want to come in here." Matt said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything stupid." I smiled, "I'm going to hold you to that." I went over and hugged him, "I love you." He smiled and ran his hand through my hair, "I love you too. Why don't you go get some rest?" I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." I left and went into my room.
I sat on my bed and held my stomach. I was starting to feel sick. And my head was hurting. But not because of what Chris had did. Because of the fact that I didn't have any of my drugs in couple days.
There was a knock on the door, "Emily. Can I come in?" It was dad. I groaned and called out, "Yes." He came in and sat next to me, "Are you okay?" I nodded, "I will be." He frowned, "What's wrong? You look all pale. And you're holding your stomach." I said, "I haven't had my drugs in a couple of days and it's getting to me. If I start beggin you for them don't let me have them. I heard that when people are getting off their addiction they say crazy things." He said, "Don't worry. I won't. And I'm sorry. It's all my fault that you're on drugs in the first place." I layed down and put my head on his lap, "My stomach hurts. I feel like I'm about to get sick." Dad put his hand on my shoulder, "Well, it's going to be okay. And if you have to get sick then just get sick. That'll probably be the best thing for you. Getting it out of your system."
There was another knock on the door. I called out, "Come in." When the door opened a tear ran down my face. It was Simon. I got up and went over to him, "What are you doing here?" He said, "You're mother called me and told me what happend. With your wrists and everything that happend with Chris." I said, "I'm sorry about what I said to you the last time I talked to you. I didn't mean it." My dad got up and came over to me. He kissed me on the cheek, "I'll leave you two alone." He left.
I continued, "I only said that so you didn't come looking for me. At the time I didn't want to be home around my dad so . . ." Simon hugged me, "When you said that you didn't want to see me again I cried for hours." I said, "I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Simon smiled, "Yes. Of course I do. I love you." I replied, "I love you too." Simon's smile faded for a moment in shock, "What did you say?" I repeated, "I love you." He smiled and kissed me, "I've never heard you say that." I stayed in his arms forgetting about my upset stomach, "I'm not afraid to say it anymore. I love you." Simon hugged me, "How are things going between you and your father?"
I went over and sat on my bed. Simon sat next to me and put his arm around me, "Talk to me." I looked up at him and said, "Why does everyone want me to talk to them?" Simon said, "Because we all love you." I half smiled and looked away, "Well, I'm giving him a chance. And he's been here for me since then, but that was just a day. I don't know what's going to happen." Simon rubbed his hand on my back, "It's a start. You can only take one step at a time. And you took the first step. And he's taking the second step. You two will take more steps in time." I leaned my head on his shoulders, "And you'll be happy to know that I'm trying to come clean. I haven't had any of my drugs for two days now. But I don't know how I'm going to go on for the rest of my life without them. It has only been two days and already I'm feeling sick." Simon kissed my head and replied, "You have me, your mother, your brother, and your father here to help you." I sighed, "I wish he would have came back years ago and all that has happend happen then. If it did then Martin would still be here."
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