Awhile back a guy I knew gave me a number and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. Staring down at the phone in my hand I consider calling. I probably shouldn't. Two of my best friends almost got divorced because of him, but the way my life is going lately, I need someone and I have noone.

I look at the phone and remembered when he gave me his number..

A few months back

"Look Curly, I know you don't like me, but if in the future if you ever need anyone and have no one to go to, call this number and i'll be there for you, it doesn't matter what time it is, what i'm doing or where I am"

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Thinking back at that I made my decision and listened to the phone ring.

"Hello" a groggy voice answered and I looked at the clock. 1am, shit I must of woke him up. "Hello"

"Chris?"

"Curly, hey are you ok."

"Not really."

"What's going on?" he asked, sounding more alert, more awake.

"Is it ok I called?"

"I told you no matter what to call, now tell Keller what's wrong."

"I haven't been doing too well lately." I responded honestly before starting to pour my heart out. "I think about my mom everyday. I wonder what she would think of me if she could see how I was living. I wonder if she knows that most days I fall short of the person she wanted me to be. I wonder if she saw me doing that line of coke last week. Funny thing is I don't even know why I did it. Or why I did it again after that. My life is pretty good, but I wanted to make it great. I wanted something to make it matter. So I don't know, I guess last week when I had the chance to change that and it was..it was right there in front of me. I guess I was just scared to let that go. Umm..but I know it was wrong and I want my mom to know that and um..I want her to know that I am not that person and i'm not going to be."

"Wow Curly, you've been dealing with a lot on your own, you sound like you need a vacation."

"I think I do need to escape, I need to help heal myself. I'm kind of broken right now, and I need to repair myself."

"Tell ya what, i'm about 3 hours away, why don't you pack your things. And i'll be there in a few hours. I'm not on tour right now so you can stay with me, we'll get you help if you feel you need it, and we'll put you back together piece by piece."

"Hey Keller, why are you doing this?"

"Because I once was you. I'll see you in a few hours Curly."

"See ya Keller"

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After I got off the phone with Chris I started throwing clothes in my bags. Grabbing the essentials, my ipod, my sketchbook, a few pictures. I look around my room and I know this is something I have to do. I just hope they understand someday.

She's back on drugs again

Even though she knows it ain't right

She can't even call up her friends

And say "help me save my life"

She's so ashamed of herself that she's

Come full circle

Nobody understands what it's like to

Be this girl

So She, she disappeared, and she

Wasn't clear, and she

Didn't say where she was going

Save my life, won't you help me

I sat down to write a letter to my friends. Thinking of what to say without saying everything that had been going on in my life. I figured when I didn't show up at school in the morning someone was bound to come looking.

Brooke, Nate, Haley, and Lucas:

By the time one of you finds this letter i'll be gone. I have some things i'm dealing with right now and have to leave to visit someone for a little while. I'll be back before you know it. Try not to miss me too much.

Love ya guys.

-Peyt.

I put the note in an envelope and finish gathering my things before walking out of this life as someone I barely recognize anymore and entering a new journey where hopefully i'll come back restored. My cell vibrates with a text saying Chris will be there in 15 minutes. I quickly delete the text and the call log leaving my phone behind. I know if one of my friends call I might not have the courage to do this and will come running home, so I put it in a shoe box in my closet, pick up my bags, take one last look around and go wait on the porch for Chris.