(Below is a letter written by a 15 year old)
I’m a fifteen year old alcoholic/addict, though I’ve been clean and sober for seven months now. Right now I want to persuade you not to use drugs. Drugs force us to cross the invisible line between fact and reality. Sometimes so often that you forget where that was, and will have trouble finding where that line used to be. When
you first shoot up, you will most likely puke and feel repelled, but soon you’ll try it again. It will cling to you like an obsessed lover. The rush of the hit and the way you’ll want more, as if you were being deprived of air. That’s how it will trap you.
Soon your money will run short and your "suppliers" will start asking "favors", instead of giving you the occasional freebie, all because they know they’ve got you hooked and they can see the way your body aches for it. All this is part of crossing the line. Finally, when you have humiliated yourself in every way you could possibly think of, the darker side hits; ongoing despair and deep depression.
Finally, when you have humiliated yourself in every way you could possibly think of, the darker side hits; ongoing despair and deep depression. 
With me, it was the thrill and the rush that made the need tolerable. I felt like there was nothing without it and freedom within it. I still struggle with thoughts of "were the hard times really that bad or were they part of what made them so good?" Then I realize that I was just pretending that I enjoyed the mania so that it would not hurt so bad.
Someone once described withdrawals as tiny, evil animals; chewing their way out of your skin, and as if all your pores were opening like a dehydrated plant for just one more drink of toxic water.
I paid dearly for an expensive assassin to still my life, mind and body. I am now glad it did not succeed. So please, for the love of all that is dear to you, just think before you welcome a killer into your body.
written by: anonymous
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