I Want to Help Her

Look, there's nothing wrong with me. It's my girlfriend. I don't think I can help her anymore. She’s got a bad drug addiction. Some street drug, a narcotic of some sort . . . she's a junkie, been a junkie for at least several months now. I’ve never been so scared . . . I've been so fucking worried about her. I begged, no, pleaded for her to stop. She's tried everything there is – intervention, counseling- I can’t remember it all . . . I had to take her to the hospital after her first overdose. Still nothing worked.

Damn, I just wish I could do something to help. I desperately want to help her, but I feel like I can’t do anything. It’s like I’m just watching her slip and fall before my eyes and all I can do is be a spectator. She’s gotten so pale and thin I hardly recognize her anymore. I don’t want Rachel to ruin her life with this. I couldn’t think of losing her. Not now. Not ever. . .