A'more I couldn't believe what my life had become. I had gone from being a rich kid from the suburbs to a damn cocaine addict. I had lost the love of my life as well as my son. My father wanted nothing to do with me and my mother tried to help whenever my father wasn't home. I hadn't seen Trent or my son in almost a year. The words he said to me the last time I talked him would forever be etched in my brain. "I never want to see you again. You are a poor excuse for a woman and my son will not be raised by you. Stay away from me you selfish bitch " You would have thought his words would make me want to get clean, but that was four months earlier and I was still using. All it did was make me sink into a deeper depression. I needed help and I didn't know who to turn too. As I lay on the floor of the drug house, flashbacks of me giving birth to my son, my graduation, Trent's proposal, along with other things ran through my mind. I needed a fix and couldn't get one. I had run through all the money in my account, sold my car for drugs, and I had nothing left. My body began to shake; I was cold even though it was damn near ninety degrees outside. I sat there going through withdrawals. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to hold my son and lay in Trent's arms. Lord help me, I prayed, and then I passed out.