We were sophomores, the year I just finished. I was 16, I think he was 17. After I got back from my RTC, he had moved into my school and was in band with me. That's how we met.

I was very sick from my anorexia and bulimia and I passed out on the stairs at school. He was there. That's how we started talking, because he messaged me on FB later. He would groom me completely, complimenting and comforting me, trying to make me feel better.

So I opened up to him about things and he was always trying to get me to do drugs with him. I always refused until I became suicidal again... He then became my gateway. He told me he loved me so he would help me out.

So on Valentine's Day, after a premeditated week I wrote my note and he bagged the pills and razor blade. We met in an abandoned stairwell above the band hall. He kissed me, and I kissed him back because I was afraid he would back out if I didn't. Then he gave me a lot of pills and I took it, and then I slit my wrist while he watched.

I don't remember a lot, but there was a lot of blood and I was on the ground and then there were a lot of people there, but he was gone. I was getting asked all sorts of questions until I was taken away in an ambulance.

His parents covered up for him at the school, saying they had no idea he had a problem with drugs even though he told me they caught him with pot a week or two prior. I think they took him out of school before he could get kicked out and that's the last thing I heard about him because I was hospitalized for a long time.

I just don't know... What should have happened to him if we had pursued it with the law or school?? I get lots of anxiety and panic thinking back on it. I feel awful. What should I do to cope and what should I do to handle him?