Tonight you’ll be spending your 3rd night in hospital. But this is not the 3rd night of which this poison runs through your vains. Mum took a picture last Friday for the Easter Weekend of me & our little sister. It truly was a good one, yet in that picture laid a whole other picture. It was missing you. I know you’re not well right now, I know I will never make heads nor tails of why you do this. Sometimes I hate you so bad. But when mum rang me the other morning… The fear of God entered my body and I thought… This could be it, this could be the call. You’re 21 this year, our grandfather turned 75 today. I cannot help but feel he will out live you. I don’t know what to do, I’ve tried every possible way, but I’ve realised after so many years. I alone cannot help you, nor anyone in this world. Apart from you Titch. I know you think I’m the biggest snob in the world, but I am not ashamed of you, I do not shy away from being your big sister. So tonight as you lay in that hospital bed, please think of what life could be. I love you, I always will. K X
I’m 23 my sister is 20. Heroin addict for the last 18 months… Drug addict a whole lot longer.