Janice was like any other baby. But as time went on her mothers problem led to the abuse and behaviour changes that Janice had to endure. The abuse was the worst at ten years old, as Janice mother got deeper into the drug scene. A different man every other night would be let into Janice’s room and did his bidding. I just turned over in my bed and waited for it to stop, and prayed that it soon would stop. Then my mother would come down form here high and I had to endure the verbal and sometimes physical abuse. I wished that it would be over and I ran away at times just to come back again.

By the time that I was 16 yrs old, I  had three miscarriages. And two aborted pregnancies, that I did myself with a coat hanger at the corner gas station. And the pain that I was in physical and emotional had taken its tole on me. I started to steel Rock from my mother, and try to ease the pain and anguish that I was in. At first I just did a little to help me get by, but then came the corniest urge to stay in a euphoric state all the time. When I couldn’t get the Rock from my mother, I would steal from the stores and form the people that I know. Then I began to prostitute my self, and became more and more enslaved to the Rock.

By the time that I was 25 my mother had overdosed and died so I was left alone. I had been alone most of my life anyway so that was not a great change. But the fact was that I was now the one Chasing the Rock and now it controlled me more than ever. I had lost all of my friends and the family house, and now I lived in the street or where there was a warm spot. and a good supply of Rock.

I ask my self when not high, why was I like his and where was it taking me. I had no future or gaols or pride, just the urge to get and stay high. And turning tricks became more difficult. The cops and the johns, were harder for me to deal with. I was busted several times and placed on probation, but the need for the Rock was everlasting.My teeth had fallen out and I was loosing weight. My skin had lesions and my hair was falling out. I was told at the rehab office I would not live to be old, and I had the lungs of an 90yr old man.But I didn’t care, The Rock was In control, and it was the master. 

One day is I stood in the rain and waited to come down from the high I was on , I stepped into the street, and let a buss hit me and take my life. I did not feel it or understand what was happening, but I was finally free from the never ending chase. I never caught the Rock, and nether will the ones coming after me. I wish they will look at my example and learn.