Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
Preface.
I remember when my dad used to tell me that life was not about making money or being successful. Life was about life. Nothing was more important than being happy. I believed him. But what he forgot to mention was that sometimes you needed things to make you happy. He needed things to make him happy. Or at least he thought they were making him happy. But they were really tearing him apart. Day by day.
My name is Isabella Swan. My friends call me Izzy. When I was 16 years old my dad died. Everyone says that he died, just died, but in my heart I know he was killed. He was found alone laying in a strange room, not breathing, not living. I knew that my dad was a drug addict. I knew that he had a problem. And I knew that it was not my fault. I didn't cry when I found out. People thought I was heartless. I thought I was heartless. They found cocaine and mixtures of pills in his system. They called it drug overdose. But I knew what really happened.
Now it is just me and my mom Renee. It's been a year since his death. And I still remember him walking out the door yesterday. That smile and that annoying but favorite laugh that he had. I told myself that I never would be like him. I promised my mom I would never be like him. But as I look at the table with the bottle of vodka and vicodins thrown across the table. I knew who I was. And I wondered is it too late for me?