So hey.
since i've been gone, (wow a year huh?) allot of s**t has happened.
lets just say, i spent 3 months this summer living in unit 26 (psych ward) got out, and started smoking crack, popping ecstasy, railing coke, and oh dont forget smoking as much weed as possible. me and my 'sister' Maddy, ran away to live with her crack dealer boyfriend (he was 24). i had chances to leave, but would i? no, cause Maddy refused to come with me. we lived there with him for around 2 weeks, and in that time we had coke and ecstasy shoved in our faces. i overdosed on Gavapenton which is a lower form of Morphine. Maddy and i we're starting to run low, and the night we had our bags packed, she messaged him and told him we we're leaving, and he got back before we left, scooped her up into his arms, and told her he loved her soooo much. then he gave us each 4 ecstasy, and told me they'd be back in awhile, he was just going to take her to do some runs, and he just wanted it to be him and her. i didnt question it, cause Maddy asked me not to. they came back 4hours later, pumped 4 more e into me, Maddy also took 4 more. Andrew took a shower and then they left again. while they were gone, Maddy broke a coke baggy and had to do a gram all at once. When they came back a few hours later, (about 6/7 AM) she gave me 2grams of cocaine, and she did another 1. [this all was a friday]. nothing really happened untill Monday, when Andrews friends got picked up in their limo for having alcohol. Maddy wasnt doing so well, she was dieing, i just kept doing what i thought would help, waking her up to eat and drink, around 7pm we went for a walk in the Ghetto, still so high and sick, we came back around 8 and went back to Andrews room. Then we heard it, the pounding of a door, the voices, and the heavy footfalls on the stairwell. We sat their waiting for the inevitable, the Police had come. I called it capture then, now i call it rescue. Maddy didnt fight, i did. i ran in my boxers and bra, handcuffed, down the street screaming "******** THE POLICE". but i soon gave up, when i was cornered by a creep in a car, i kept screaming so they'd find me. They did, and they drove me 5 hours in handcuffs to a 5 day Detox program. where i thought i was going to die. My parents came and got me, and brought me back. i didnt learn of what happened to Maddy till after, and i made it my sworn mission, i would end that b*****d Andrews life, no matter what i had to do.
now im not completely sober yet. i havent dont crack since November, i tried MDMA and after i had railed it, the bastards told me they put coke in it. i've been clean off of e since febuary. and im proud to say i've been sober from everything since last monday/tuesday. so almost a week.
i still smoke, and i still self harm but im slowly putting my life back together.
thank-you for reading,
the name for this journal entry is::
Andrew James Irwin.
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