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Couldn't Thank You Enough PT 7

Hope you enjoy! Dedicated to MJ and everyone here.

I fiddled my fingers, waiting for everyone to be sitted and hear 
me speak. I always hated this part. Speaking infront of people I 
barely knew. When the room became quiet, Beechy came and stood by 
me.

"Alright everyone, we have a new speaker,"
I really loved her accent.
"If you didn't know, this mate here is Samone," She exclaimed 
with a smile.
"She would like to share her story, so be respectful, and don't 
arse about."
I jumped in. "Thanks Beechy."
She winked and nodded.

I swear my heart started pounding once she left my side. I wanted 
to just run away and just hide under my covers, but I sucked it 
up and stretched my mouth to begin to talk. Gosh, this was so 
hard.

I stuttered. "H-How's everyones' morning?"
Everyone started to speak at once. I just smiled and giggled.
"Okay, okay. I get you guys are doing well...Hmmmm, where do I 
start?"
"You could start by introducing yourself."
I looked out and seen it was Michael who had said that.
"True..very true. Well everybody, like Beechy said, I'm Samone."
"Hey Samone." A few guys said.
"Hey guys," I smiled. "Well, some of you may know me already, 
probably all of you actually. I'm here from California, I was 
sent here by my mother because I am a drug addict."
Michael interrupted. "What kind of drugs?"
I was really getting frustrated, I hated when people interrupted 
me.
"If you would listen, and would stop interrupting me, I would get 
to that MJ."
He slouched down.
"Like I was saying, I am a drug addict, Meth addict to be exact. 
This is not my first time being in rehab. I've actually been four 
different ones before this. Completed two out of the four. As you 
can see, it didn't do much since I'm here now. Umm...If it wasn't 
for me getting fired and arrested last week, I wouldn't be here, 
but I will get back to that later. Over the 12 years that I've 
been on drugs, I've used about five: I snorted cocaine, I've 
popped pills, Smoked weed, shot heroin, and smoked shrooms. Now 
I'm onto meth. I'm not really proud of myself right now because I 
have a 12 year old son back home living with my mother now. I 
really love my son, his name is Michael," 
I quickly rolled my eyes and stated, "No Michael, he was not 
named after you."
He had a surprised look on his face. "How'd you..?"
I giggled. 
"Shush, I just knew what you were thinking. Anyways, I have a 12 
year old son. He's the love of my life. I try to be the best 
mother I can be to him, which I do my damnest, but it's just the 
drugs. They control me, and they've been since I was 20. The 
first time I ever took a drug, was when studying for an exam. I 
went to DePaul University in Chicago, Illinois, my major was pre-
law. You can pretty much say I had a normal life and knew where I 
was going. Anyways, I had been studying for an exam all that 
week. And by the night before exams, I was so beat, just tired 
out of this world. A dormate saw that I was struggling and 
offered a pill to keep me awake. Not thinking, I took it and I 
was up for awhile. They made me feel out of this world. And 
Um...I woke up the next day, and it was 3 o'clock in the 
afternoon. Unfortunatetly I had accidentally fallen asleep and 
missed my exam. Couldn't make it up what so ever, which failed 
me, so I dropped out of school and moved back to California. All 
that money my parents saved up and spent went all down the drain. 
They were disappointed in me, more so my father. Because of that, 
we still don't speak to this day. To make matters worse, a few 
weeks later I found out I was eight weeks pregnant. That didn't 
turn out so great, the father left me and I was to fin for 
myself. After I had the baby, things got...worse. The pill 
popping got out of control, then the weed and shrooms came, 
eventually that lead to heroin, that lead to snorting, and now it 
has came meth. I have worked over a hundred and 50 jobs to 
support my habit and my baby. Only been fired from one, which was 
last week. I had been stealing money out of a vault. I was an 
accountant at a bank. I got caught, arrested and now I'm here. 
That's my story."
I sucked air through my teeth and put my hands in my pockets. 
"Yep yep yep...Any questions?"
Michael Jumped up. "I have one!"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes MJ?"
"Are you sure you didn't name your son after me?"
I frowned and shook my head. "I'm sure...anymore questions?"
Another person jumped up. "How does your parents feel about your 
drug use, and how does your son feel?
I wanted to punch her in the face for that, but it's reality, I 
have to face my demons.
"Like I said, my father and I don't speak much, so I don't know, 
but I'm sure that he is very upset. My mother, she's there for me 
and tries to help me. My son, he loves me, he knows and talks to 
me about it....anymore?"
"Oh yeah, will you face jail time when you get home?" Michael 
asked.
"Probably not since I've choosen rehab. Maybe no more than house 
arrest...anymore?"
Everyone looked around at eachother.
"Going once..going twice.. Okay then." 
"Wait! One more."
I sighed "Yes MJ.."
"Will ever go back to school?"
"That's a very good question. I don't know...I'm just not sure."

That really was a question that got me the most. I really loved 
pre-law, even though I had been breaking it for 12 years. If none 
of this would of happened, I wonder what my life would be like 
today. Everyone stood up to clap, and I said my thank yous. I 
wasn't really in the mood to hear others' speak, so I went back 
in my room to think. I stood by my window looking out at the 
green scenery as tears filled my eyes. It's my fault that my life 
is the way it is. I caused my family so much pain. I'm not a 
normal mother, I'm really a terrible one. All those thoughts 
jumped around my head as I silently weeped. My thinking became 
interrupted when I heard my door creek up. I thought it was Rosa.

"I'll be out in a sec." I said as I quickly wiped my tears.

Then a hand touched my shoulder, it couldn't of been Rosa, it 
was just too big. I looked back and it was Michael. His eyes were 
filled with sympathy.

"I'm really sorry for what you've been through."
"Don't be MJ, it's all my fault, you know it is. I made the 
stupid choices."
He cuffed my face. "Come on, don't do that to yourself. We all 
make bad choices, but we fix them and learn from them so we never 
do them again. You have a son right?"
I nodded, "Yes."
"Well, you can have another chance to make things right. Make him 
proud. Go back to school and make something out of yourself."
"You just don't understand. My mom has cut me off. I wont get 
anymore money from her. It would take me years to get all of that 
money back."
"What if I paid for all of it for you?"
I pulled away from him stunned.
"Michael, no, I'm not a charity case. I don't need your help. You 
don't even know me. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Yes you do, please let me help you. So what I don't know you. I 
help people I don't know all the time."
"Michael, you are in the same place as me. You need help as much 
as I do."
"True, but I want to help you."
"No, I wont let that happen. Please, just get out. I need time to 
myself."
"You'll think about it?"
My voice cracked and my lips trembled.
"No, can you just please go?"
"Alright, I understand, it's too much."
He lowered his head and walked out.

I don't need his help, or help from anybody else. Who the hell 
does he think he is? If I'm gonna go back to school, I'll save 
and pay for it myself with my hard earned money. And I'll save 
money for my baby so he can go to college too.  I need no one.

TBC...

Hope you Enjoyed. Better parts to come :) -Samone:)♥

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