The Monster I Call Drugs

This story might contain triggers. “DAD STOP, PLEASE” tears running down my cheeks. Nobody was there to helped me, my world was colliding, my hands and arms felt numb by the tight grip on the car so my dad doesn't run me over. People started to crowded to look what the commission was. My mother was looking at the actions of my father terrified, she couldn’t do anything to rescue me, until I finally fell to the ground.