Your sister must not have said directly to you that you needed new friends. I stopped speaking to Freds cousin same time as you once I moved home a couple of weeks later. I phoned to ask what she was planning since sixth year was ending. And I got a succinct "fuk off your not my art partner in crime... I will never replace ....and If I can't speak to ...I don't wan't to speak to anyone.." And without you, we all had to go our separate ways.

And losing her best friend - you - was the perfect excuse to turn to drugs. I confronted her at her house when I got wind that her or her mum said I was a high functioning autistic person to Freds family. I was like s^it I'm going of my head just like my mum after I ranted to her. I never had a friend who missed me like that. Honestly I half expected to find her story in the Friday newspaper saying they had jumped in-front of a train because she never got the grades she hoped for either. With two things at once, I was a little concerned about them. When at a party once someone had to coax her down from a high window as she was dangling dangerously from the edge.

If I hadn't went into rehab, I maybe would have gave into temptation and sampled something stronger than alcohol. Maybe Freds cousin would prove to be my gateway to the connections I needed and I would go down a slippery slope after all.