Here I am, 18 years old, taking drugs to stop my depression. I take heroin to make me forget my problems for a while. I know it is bad and Jimmy, who is 15, tells me to stop. I haven't taken it for a week, just for him.
My mom was gone today and I took a trip to the mall. I was walking around when something caught my eye, a big poster of a group in the window of the CD store. "That blonde one looks like…NO WAY! It's NICK!!!!" I ran into the store and went to the "B" section. "Backstreet Boys, here we go." Just my luck, 3 different CD's. I took all 3 up to the casheir. "Could you tell me which one is 1st , 2nd and 3rd?" "Yeah, the one with the red cover is 1st…" she explained it to me while ringing up my purchase. I paid her with barely enough money and rushed home. When I got home I tore open the packaging for the 1st CD and took out the book thingie (what's it called?) and looked for the messages that the artists put in. There it was. I read..
Hailey, I know you're doing good and I miss you so much. I kept my promise, did you keep yours? Love always , Nick" I cried. I sat down and cried. I didn't keep my promise. I looked at the other CD's, they all had messages for me in them. I searched for a wooden box where I had kept the present from Nick that I had found in my pocket while leaving, so many years ago. I found the box buried under a whole bunch of crap. I opened the box and took out the gift, Nick's favorite Nintendo game. I looked at it and cried. 15 minutes later I finally gained control and went to CPS (Child Protection Services) and told them about my mom and that I wanted custody of Jimmy. I had to keep my promise.