Drugs

She is someone I can trust. She can listen to what I say, and what I do. She can be with me. She is like a sister to me. She tells me the right thing to do. She’s important to me. It makes me sick if I see her smoking; it makes me feel sick, if I smell the smoke. It makes me feel sad. I don’t want her to see me sad, because she will not be happy. I want her to be happy. I am talking about my best friend at work, a friend with a big problem.

The big problem with my friend is that her boyfriend was taking drugs. He thought drugs were a good thing to do. He was taking drugs with his friend. Someone saw them and called the cops. The cops came and took them. They took him to prison. The cops called his mom and his mom called his girlfriend. The boy’s mom told the girl that her boyfriend was in prison; he was going to stay in prison for 4years.

She was crying, crying and crying. The girl was almost going to kill herself. She started smoking and grew more depressed. When I saw her outside at work, I said, “Hey, you smoking?” She said yes. I said, “No, don’t,” and she asked why. I told her, “It is not good for you.” She argued it was, saying it made her happy.

Later when she heard her boyfriend was out of prison, she was so happy. Her boyfriend went to her house and asked her to move in together. She moved in with him. The next day she came to work and she was really happy.

Two months later, she was in the house with her boyfriend. They were in the living room. Her boyfriend told her he was going in the bathroom. He was taking drugs in the bathroom. He was in there a long time. The drugs he took were too much; they were killing him. His girlfriend wanted to use the bathroom. She was knocking on the door. Her boyfriend didn’t open the door. She punched the door, and saw her boyfriend on the floor. She spoke to him but he was not answering. She called the cops; the cops came and they took him the hospital. They looked at him, but he was already dead. The cop told her and she was crying the whole-time. She wanted to kill herself again.

She didn’t come to work for a month. When she came back to work, she was very sad. Now, though, she looks good.

From her tragedy, I learned about having someone you love just die like that. I learned drugs are very bad. Drugs can make you escape school. They make you not think about your future, and not be who you want to be. I learned it is not good to lose someone you really love; we all need someone to be with us. Drugs can make you to lose what you really want.