My SisterMy sister was 18 years old. I am 16. She was a smart girl. I always looked up to her. When she was 15, she dated a guy who did drugs. She started smoking pot. I was worried, of course, until she got me started smoking too. It was incredible. I'm not going to waste everyone's time on the whole story, that would take hours. Basically, she was sent to rehab in 4 different states for 2 years. She had just gotten home when she took me for a ride in her car. She told me she started using meth and heroin in California(her last rehab). I was shocked but I knew she controlled herself. I was an idiot. I tried to get her to stop, but I gave up. She locked me in the closet at her boyfriend's house while they'd shoot up. I was scared. I couldn't tell anyone, she'd kill me. I'm a type 1 diabetic, and she stole my syringes. I was always running low on needles, and I couldn't do insulin. I found her stealing them and I confronted her. She hit me over the head and knocked me out. I woke up in her car, driving to her dealer's house. She stole my mom's money to buy heroin, about 300+ dollars a day. It had hit me she wouldn't come back. Several weeks later, she came home late and fell asleep on her bed. She asked me to sleep with her, and I did. In the middle of the night she got up to fix a shot. In the morning, I woke up and she was next to me, still. She was holding a picture of my mom. I was curious, I asked what she was doing. No response. I went numb, hoping she was just asleep. She wasn't.
I felt her arm; she was ice cold. She was gray colored. Her eyes were wide open, and it scared me. They were glossed over. I felt for her pulse on her wrist, on her neck, nothing. My big sister died in bed that night from a heroin overdose. I miss her. I would do anything to get her back. Katie was the best sister, I should have made her quit. I blame myself. I want her back.