Senior year. The year of many last. I was spending it with my best friend. She was probably the definition of perfection. You know one of those captain of the dance team, super smart, every guy likes her every girl wants to be her kind of girls? That was her.

Since prom was coming up, she decided she wanted to run for prom queen. I helped her with her decorations and campaigning.

One night, just one night changed my perspective of her forever.

I had left my book bag at her house and I only realized once I got back to mine. It took fifteen minutes for me to get back to my house. All around in just thirty minutes-

She answered her door with bloodshot eyes and Jack Daniels in hand.

"Heyyyy, what ya doin here?" she asked with a lazy smile.

"Are you-?"
"A little," she said with a bit of a giggle.

She stumbled backwards and I knew I had to help. I helped her to her couch. She flopped down and took a swig.

"Why," was the only thing I could get out. She shrugged. "I just have to sometimes, you know? It get's my mind off things." Another swig.

"What things?" I asked. "Everything."

I sat next to her on the couch unable to hide my concern. She noticed and gave me another lazy smile."I'm alright," she said with obvious anguish in her eyes.

"No you're not," I said as matter of fact. We went back and forward, her telling me she was super chill and me telling her that she was lying straight through her teeth.

"I am fine," she whined. I stared at her so she could understand that this wasn't a joke.

"No. You're. Not."

She nodded her head vigorously. "I'm-"

Then waterfalls of tears just came out of her eyes. I shook my head feeling horrible that I hadn't noticed her distress.

"It's just so many things. I'm so tired all the time. Dance, school, clubs, and now prom queen."

"Drop it. Drop all of it," I said.

"No, it's not that simple. I need to keep busy. What do I do when there's no one here!" She took another swig. I took the Jack Daniels out of her hand making sure it was her last.

"There's another way," I reassured her not truly knowing what to do.

"Please give it back," she cried and reached for the bottle. I leaned away from her.

"There's another way."

She sobbed onto the couch as I dumped out all five bottle of Jack Daniels.

There has to be another way. And I'm going to find it.


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