Chapter 27: Out of control

Dear Diary

Blurry.

Mary asked me to pick one word that best describes my life these past few weeks. The word I pick is blurry.

It's been eight weeks, two days and fourteen hours since Brian and I had our fight. It's also been eight weeks, two days and fourteen hours since I have been even a slither of my former self. I ran straight to Matt's house, in which he let me in with open arms. I gave him all the cash I had left from my allowance and he got me higher than I've ever been. I was able to sleep without guilt, worry or fear. I didn't see the demon at all. In fact, I haven't seen him since that horrible day in the bathroom.