I fell in love with it, I don’t know why. At 13, my brother introduced me to a drug called “Red Rock Opium”, or so he called it. It was a little tar-like ball that we smoked off of foil. I didn’t think it was bad, and we did it for two weeks straight. After those two weeks, I couldn’t go one day without it. My brother told me it was harmless, and that it wouldn’t hurt me in any way.

So we would both go out and look for money and come home and put our money together to see how much we had, so we could get at much “Opium” as we could. My brother had this nickname for it so my parents wouldn’t know what we were talking about; Brown. Deep down I knew I was somewhat addicted to this drug, but I never wanted to admit it to myself.

One day, I had my friend Taylor over, and offered her some of what my brother and I have been going crazy over. She has had a ton of experience with drugs because her father and her brother were full-blown drug addicts. Right when I pulled out the foil and showed her, she look surprised and asked me “Are you seriously doing heroin, Liss?” I looked at her and said “No…This is called Opium”. She and I argued about it for awhile, but she was absolutely sure that it was heroin.

That night I went and talked to my brother about it, and he admitted to me that it is heroin. But at this point, I was too far into my addiction to care what it was. All I wanted was more, more, more. My brother and I smoked heroin up to 5 times daily for about a year and a half, until we got to our breaking point. We literally beat each other bloody over just one hit of heroin, and I guess that’s when my brother realized that he wanted to get clean. He went to IOP, and started going to at least two meetings a day.

I felt like I was on my own, and my brother had left me. But just one month after my brother got sober, I decided to sit my parents down and tell them about my addiction, and ask to be put in a drug rehabilitation center. And that’s exactly what they did. On April 19th, 2009 I showed up at Sundown M. Ranch in Yakima Washington. I did the full 28 days there, and I felt great.

But literally 4 hours after I graduated from treatment, I smoked weed. I’m smoking weed on a daily basis now, and I have moved out of my parent’s home. At this point in time, all I can think about it going to get some brown just take one hit of heroin. Just one. I dream about it, I think I smell it; it’s literally all I’m thinking about. I just need help not to relapse…I’m 16 years old right now, and I have almost 5 months clean from Heroin.

I just need advice.