Healing Her Soul

The original title would have been DeToxing Summer Hathaway but it sounded better as "Healing Her Soul."

I'm the normal typical teenager. 16, in a band, oh yeah and the girl I love needs to go to rehab. I'm Freddy Jones. And this isn't your typical life. I'm in love with a attempted-suicide, alcohol abuse, physical abuse, and verbaly abused girl named Summer Hathaway.

Ever scince her mother died last year Summer has been stuck with her alcoholic abusive father who does nothing but make her life worse everyday. She looks ok sometimes but you can tell shes dying inside. I do what I try to help her.

"Hey Summer." I said confronting Summer at her locker. She turned around and her face was a dash of sadness and a mixture of tears and eyeliner like a waterfall. She was crying.

"Oh," She sniffeled. "hey Freddy." Trying to keep back the tears. You could smell the cheap wine off of her breath. "You've been drinking again." I said dissappointed. "Freddy. You know me." She whined. "No Summer. Thats not you. Thats an addiction. Thats a problem. You have to stop!" I demanded. "No Freddy. You don't understand ok." Then her voice started to crack. "Your mom never died," A tear rolled down her cheek. "and your dad dosen't abuse you!" She put her head down and the tears starting rolling off her face and onto the floor.

I put my hand on her face and lifted her head up wiping a tear from her cheek. She flung herself at me and I gave her a hug. The bell rang and it ws homeroom. I put my arm around her and we walked to class.

When we walked in Dewey was asleep with his guitar in his arms and his feet up on his desk. I walked over and took the guitar and yelled in his ear. "Dewey! Wake up!" He jumped. "Woah. Freddy, chill dude." He said putting his feet on the floor squinting around rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Ok to your rock positions!" Dewey announced. Everyone got up. Suddenly Summer fell to the floor but I was fast enough to catch her. She was standing right in front of me. It looked like everyones heart almost stopped. It felt like mine did.