?Nicole?

I wont use your real name because it will give both of our identities away. So I'll call you Nicole.

Nicole is one of my best friends, except I never see her. I don't hear from her, or get to know how she's
doing. Nicole has only been to four months of High School, even though Junior year is almost finished. Nicole hasn't had an easy life. Her closets relationships are with Heroine, Cocaine, and Meth.

She spends nearly six months of the year in a treatment center, trying to get better. But she doesn't get better. Her cravings get stronger every day. It breaks my heart, but there's nothing I can do. I feel small and helpless. She tells me I don't know how she feels, or what it's like. She's right. I don't. I don't know what it's like to have a close sweep with death, and I don't want to know. I'm glad I don't know.

I can't be friends with Nicole anymore. It breaks my heart, but I can't. My Dad forbids it. But even if he didn't, I'm not sure if there would be any reason I would want to stay. I can't watch her kill herself. I can't go through this anymore. She has put me in dangerous situations before, and that's selfish. Nicole, you are selfish. Why can't you just stop? Can't you see the way you're slowly suffacating everyone around you?

I Can.