All I remember was waking up one November morning with you by my side,
With that smirk on your face you could be dreaming about anything.
I continued to let you sleep though curious as to what you were dreaming about.
It’s now 8am and when you woke up I was more than disappointed...

I did not like this place,
We had been here before,
He made me wait outside.
This time he made me go in,
It was murky and musty.
A place I never wished to come to again.

It seemed too dangerous to yell,
So I whispered, “What are we doing here?”
He smirked at me,
“You know,” he whispered back.

I had no idea,
but that changed in seconds.
I popped my first pill.
And it wasn’t long before I wanted another.

It felt like months since I had taken my last pill,
In reality just an hour.
I could not afford it,
But I asked for more.
He knew he had created a monster.

I was craving it so bad,
Faking back pain for more.
The addiction was real,
But nobody seemed to notice.

It wasn’t too long before my family took notice.
Doing things never done before,
Skipping class, not doing my homework,
Endless sleeping, going out every weekend.

I was supposed to take my Oxycontin once every twelve hours,
As needed of course.
Five pills a day,
My mom started to take count.

Now she knows.
She brought me back to the doctor,
Demanding for them to take me off of the meds.
This landed me in rehab,
A place I never expected to be.

I was in there for 90 days,
The typical rehab stay for an opiate user.
My mom was coming,
I was going home.

I pulled into the driveway,
My boyfriend was waiting for me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, after kissing my forehead,
“It’s okay,” I said as I brushed passed him going inside.

I decided I was going to push past everything that had happened,
I wanted a better life, I was only 17.
I wanted to go to college,
To be an addiction specialist.
I wanted to help others recover.

...His eyes opened and he looked at me,
No longer a smirk on his face.
He looked down at his hands,
twiddling his thumbs.
He looked up at me with a sour face,
“Both my kidneys are failing,
I only have three months to live.”

“Why are your kidney’s failing at 17 years old?”
I screamed with tears in my eyes.
“While you were getting treatment,
I overdosed.
I almost died,
Thinking back I wish I did.”

...Months had passed,
I was now a senior looking forward to college.
I had improved so much,
I wish my boyfriend was here to see that.
He died too soon.
I’m now in therapy avoiding the monster; Oxycontin.