This story is unlike any other because it is my story and Olivia's intertwined

Lately, I have been feeling the need to document my existence, so that I don't just fly away and lose myself in the world, in the drugs...

I feel horrible guys, that's why I fell off on updating A Quiet Cacophony. I'm so sorry. It's just been a never ending cycle of trying to get clean, getting clean, something happens, and I'm high again. I'M actually high right now.

Anyway, this is my first entry, and next is the first chapter of the story. The Zombies - When My Boat Comes In (1978 Demo) Accompanied me as I wrote this, so take a listen as you read if you want.

P.S. I am purposely not naming the drugs cause I don't want to give anyone any ideas. WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T USE DRUGS GUYS. I KNOW ITS CLICHE BUT DON'T.

I didn't mean for this. In fact, the first time I got high was an accident.

You see, I had just gone though quite a terrible fight, Nothing new about that. My mind was racing, I was angry, And I had really really bad hay fever.

There I was, sitting on my bed, or mattress because bed frames are so out of style, And there it was. A bottle of medicine, staring back at me with its white curvature and pastel pink label boasting of it's abilities to soothe ailments and warning of it's dangerous side effects. "Do not use to make a child sleepy. Do not..."

All I wanted in that moment was to sleep, to drift away to a reprieve of dreams.

Six. I took six pills of xxx. They slid down my throat so fast I didn't stand a chance. If only I knew what it would do to me. Nowadays, six pills won't even make a dent.

I sure felt the effects of those measly six pills then, though. Washing over me was a peace, a fuzz that mufffled all the perils of earth. When your high, you are to focused on being high that you forget everything else. Nowadays, I think back on this as a perverted day of dawning, A tragic and pivotal day of my life. What if that had never happened? What if I hadn't dipped my foot into the poison pool that is intoxication. I would still be an innocent child from a perfect suburbia. Would I be better off? Would I be worse?