I was fifteen when I started drinking pretty heavily. I can't even
remember how I got my hands on that much alcohol. This was also the year when I found out that the
recurring nightmare from my childhood was not just a bad dream, but a reality.
I can't say with certainty that two are aligned, but I can assume. I would hide
multiple bottles of vodka in my closet in a cardboard box.
The day before I turned sixteen I stole my sister’s car and
my friends and I went for a joyride. We got into a five car accident. It wasn't
my fault, so the police let us leave (hours later) I parked my sister's car
back where it was supposed to be. I remember thinking that maybe they would
think it got hit where it was parked. It was at the bottom of a driveway where
no cars could pass.
I remember leaving and going to my friend's house that
night, I believe to celebrate my birthday, and my parents coming there to
"collect" me. I was grounded for four months and I think my sister
hated me for at least a year for that one.
I was 16 and a junior in high school now and still finding trouble at every turn. It was almost spring break when my life turned upside down. I had been dating (that's what we will call it) an older guy and he wanted to come pick me up. I was grounded, as per usual, but I really wanted to go, so I went. I just walked downstairs and right out the front door. He was waiting for me outside and away we went. I'm not sure how long I was gone, but I had quite a bit to drink. I walked in the door to see my mom on the couch waiting for me, my dad was out of town.
I was 16 and a junior in high school now and still finding trouble at every turn. It was almost spring break when my life turned upside down. I had been dating (that's what we will call it) an older guy and he wanted to come pick me up. I was grounded, as per usual, but I really wanted to go, so I went. I just walked downstairs and right out the front door. He was waiting for me outside and away we went. I'm not sure how long I was gone, but I had quite a bit to drink. I walked in the door to see my mom on the couch waiting for me, my dad was out of town.
We are leaving. Get in the car.
When I woke up we were in Panama City, but it wasn't to go
to the beach.
She was checking me into rehab.
She was checking me into rehab.
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