Chapter 1

(Ty's POV)

It all started out so innocent. Just a mere celebration. But that gave birth to a demon, a demon that would live in the heart of such a young soul.

It was Saturday night, the time you would expect most teens to be up to trouble. I was one of them. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to have fun, and I wanted to just, loose it. I mean I'm only 18; I had enough smarts to know the basic right and wrong...right? Wrong.

I was at one of those clubs, with other people I didn't know, I never intended to end up there, but my friend had suggested it to me just for time to, 'Enjoy your big milestone'.

So here I was, alone, just hanging around while other people danced and drank. I was looking down at my phone when a scent of perfume lingered causing me to look up.

I saw a girl, looking to be 16, wearing a very skimpy outfit and holding something. She looked like a hooker. Uncomfortable I scooted away a bit.

"Hey little boy, need help looking for something? I bet I can help you find it," she purred in a devilish tone. I slowly leaned away.

"Eh...no...I'm just fine sitting here..." I replied, feeling my face gush with blood. This made her smile even more.

"Wanna try a little something? It can make you relaxed," she said in a teasing tone, revealing an orange bottle with pills in it.

"What?! No! I would never do any of that!" I objected, staring at the bottle into total shock. It felt like it was smirking at me, teasing me.

"Why? Are you scared? Are you a little good boy?" The girl asked.

"N-no!" I replied, staring at the bottle in pure fear.

"Come on, just one won't hurt you, it'll make you feel better about yourself," the girl said, finding my weak spot.

"I-I..." I stuttered. I was shaking now, highly stressed out over the situation.

Just one won't hurt me...I can just let go for one night...no! No! I won't do it...I won't do it...

Come on Tyler, DO IT,

I was surprised at the little voice in the back of my head, it sounded demonic. My legs were about to shatter as the girl kept teasing, saying they'd be great for me, and I wasn't man enough to do it. I guess this is what peer pressure feels like.

I stared at the bottle and at the tiny white particles inside. The words repeated in my mind. 'Do it'. Slowly and shakily I held out my hand. Just one couldn't hurt.

The girl smiled and unscrewed the bottle. She took my hand and gently slid two pills onto it. She kissed my forehead and walked off to another guy.

I looked down at the pills in my hand.

Do it...there's no pain...do it...

The voice was so convincing. I stared at the pills and rolled them around. Just two...they're not gonna hurt me.

I did the most regretful thing in the world. I crushed them in my hand and slid them into my mouth. I swallowed and looked around. I didn't feel any different. I went back onto my phone and continued with my texting.

A little later I found myself giggling at things that weren't even funny, and just in general laughing. I felt overly happy and felt so good. I never felt this way before. Everything was just so, numb. I looked around and went back into laughing.

"I just took some drugs, and my god I feel good, they were wrong about them, there's nothing wrong with them," I laughed under my breath. I forgot about what was smart, and went up to the girl, asking for more. She gave me a whole bottle, saying something along the lines of 'don't have to much fun'.

So I sat in that chair, sliding one more into me. I felt even happier. I lost my sanity, and did something else I regret a lot too. I began drinking. Not even just one. I finished at least 2 bottles. I just kept loosing myself, doing the most disgraceful things. But one thing I kept with me that whole night was those pills. Those damned pills.

I just kept slipping them in when I wanted the feeling to be stronger. More then once I threw them up, and I simply laughed it off. But I still felt so nauseas, so sick. Yet I ignored what my body was trying to tell me, to stop taking the pills. I did the opposite and took more in, so close to overdosing.

Soon I began to feel tired, and called it. It was 1AM and I was exhausted. I didn't plan on staying that long. The pills still had an effect on me and I laughed my way home (I was glad I had walked) and stumbled inside. I fell asleep with my clothes on, feeling way to drained to care. But before sleep overtook me I took in one more, before placing the bottle on my nightstand and falling asleep.

A/N This is a story in tribute of the old Three Days Grace singer Adam Gontier. Drugs are bad don't do them. Hope you guys like it so far and see you in the next chapter!