Stuck in my Mind

Published May 6, 2014 by Kappaloca

Sometimes when somebody tells you a story and you acknowledge it but don’t really Listen it often comes back later to bite you in the ass.

Such a story was told to me and it has not just bit me in the ass it is haunting me now.

How do I tell my dear friend who has been through so much in Life, who has taken care of her two kids on her own that her Gorgeously Beautiful daughter is a “User” 

In the aftermath of the death of “Freddy” and “Peaches” I have read their stories online and it breaks my heart to see the families who are left behind and the raw emotions visible in their eyes. 

I feel like screaming it out to Chelsea. How dare you? Why? After all your mom has had to endure and give up so you can have a better life, How could you? Do you even know where this is going to end up? 

You are only 17 Chelsea. Your whole entire Life ahead of you still.

Is this just a game to you? Do you even care? Is it just for fun and laughter?

Will you say you only just tried it once? Will you say your friends are all doing it and you did not want to be left out?

ONCE is all it takes for some. 

Did you think no one will ever see you or know about it?

You have unknowingly ended up on my daughter’s neighbours doorstep. My daughter has seen you there and she knows that the neighbour is not just a User, but also a Pusher of Lethal drugs like Heroin and Mandrax. The Parties, the smell and waft of Pot and the endless stream of young visitors makes it obvious. 

Anyone reading this will most probably immediately ask why she does not phone the Police and rightly so. Would you?

Do you know how influential these bastards are? They are very very connected and taking out one dealer and reporting them will just result in another sprouting up the next day. If they even suspect you of being the snitch, funny stuff starts happening around your house.  

My biggest concern here is the welfare of this 17 year old girl whom I have known since she was a baby. 

Snorting Coke and smoking weed is not a Game you play. 

How do I break this to your mother? 

Should I even consider doing so?

Is it worth the rejection from her? Because that is the first thing that will happen here.

I guess the fact that I know and am not saying anything makes it even worse. But if she should lose you it will eat me alive. 

I wish this on No parent, let alone a Friend.

For now it will stay stuck in my mind. My demons to take to bed with me.

Stay Safe tonight Chelsea. 

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