Taking over

She was in her room in a dark corner rocking back and forth...

A slight piece of her black hair fell in front of her green eyes. She
just kept rocking back and forth, back and forth.
She was so alone, she was suffocating inside, and she couldn't
breathe.
She was dieing slowly inside.

She wanted to scream, kick and let out her all of her anger but she
couldn't.
Something was stopping her.
A force that she hadn't realised was so strong.

She couldn't tell any one her problem; her stupid problem would just
make everything worse.
She remembered that day at school when she was offered her worst enemy
but at the same time her only friend.

"Just 1 puff won't hurt, don't be a chicken. Come on 1 whiff that's
all" That's what her so called "new" friends had said.
She felt hot burning tears welling up behind her eyes.

Her mom was worrying so much and she felt as if she was hopeless, she
couldn't stop herself.
So there she stayed in the corner for hours just thinking of what her
life had become after what she had become addicted to.

It wasn't fair, why couldn't she stop? Why couldn't the pain she had
just go away with the breeze in the window.
It had been months but to her it was years.

She used to have a wonderful life filled with laughter and full of
friends she could trust, who she could talk to.
Now because of her they didn't want to go near her.
She was now nothing to them. She had caused this and she hated herself
for this.

She knew she needed help in some way. But she was humiliated. She
wanted to call her mom and have her held in her mother's arms saying
that everything would be ok.
But she felt as if she had no where to turn.

No 1 was there for and she felt as if the world had turned its back on
her.
She just sat there in the corner, thinking how pathetic she was, how
stupid she had become. It was all her fault, she had caused this
problem and now she could do nothing to help it.
She hated herself. She wanted to die.
And even though she knew what she was going to do would just make it
worse but she couldn't stop herself.
She reached under her bed and found the packet with the white as snow
powder inside.
It had taken 2 months of her allowance to get this; she opened up the
pack and poured the white substance into the palm of her hand.
She heard a voice inside telling her she was a pathetic human and
deserve to die and that this was the only thing that could make it
better.
But as she lowered her nose to her hand she could only hear a faint
cry,
Saying NO! This isn't helping, juts making things worse.

It was too late, she ignored the faint cry, closed her eyes and
sniffed.
She felt it run all over her body and almost immediately felt
better.
But something was wrong, her body felt better but the guilt was killing
her.
It was wrong.
She had to stop.
But how? It had taken over her entire life. It just had to stop.
So that's when she stood up and walked to her door.
This was the end. No more.
She walked to the end of the hall where the entrance to her mom's
bedroom was. She knocked slightly on the door.
"Yes" Came the sound of the most kind, reassuring voice ever. Her
mom.
"Mom, can I come in?" She asked softly. She felt the tears welling
already.
"Of course sweetheart!" Her mom said. She was sitting on her bed
folding some clothes.
The girl walked and sat next to where her mom was sitting.
"Is there anything wrong?" Her mom asked with so much concern in her
eyes.
That's where it all came out. The entire horrible story. The tears were
running down her face
Her mom immediately took her into her arms.
She felt so safe, something she wanted to feel for so long.
And from then on she knew the pain would go away.