It all started one day when my dad decided to relapse. I couldn’t take him shooting up in front of my sisters and me. He used for twelve years of my life. Then when I had my sixteenth birthday everything fell apart. My grandma Marilee Hall died. That’s when my journey all began and I became an alcoholic. My dad started using everyday. I didn’t know my dad as Todd Hall. I knew him as a drug addict doing anything to get his next fix. He gave up his own family for a forty or an eight ball. Just to be high for a couple hours then he would come down from his high. He would say sorry then do it all again. Then one day gravity hit him and something tragic happened I walked in the bathroom and my dad was laying on the flour with a needle in his arm over dosing. I knew I had ten minutes to call the ambulance or he would be dead. I was in complete shock. I waited in the hospital for four days hoping he’d be okay. Drugs have ruined my life and my dads. You never know when it’s going to be too late. You can take a drug for two years then stop and try to take it again and overdose. You’re just taking a chance with losing your life when you do drugs.
Ashley
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hey Ashley
you know you have a sad life but you should mention all the good things that have happened to you. every one has some time in there life when it is fun or good times.
but you are good on detail so just focus on the positive.
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