Hannah woke up on a Wednesday morning with the biggest headache and the shivers. She craved something that would put an end to her physical suffering. She searched the
apartment for drugs, alcohol, pills, anything. Hannah found some codeine pills, mashed them up, put in a spoon with a little liquid and started boiling it with her lighter. She could barely keep the lighter under the spoon, she was shaking so much. She took a used syringe and injected herself with the codeine. While she laid on her kitchen floor and the high kicked in many thoughts ran through her head. How did she get to this place where she was injecting herself with drugs? she was only seventeen years old. What had she done wrong? Just a few months ago she had all her life ahead of her, now it was like her life was over.
Nine months earlier Hannah was on her way on a bus to London where she was going to start studying photography. She had gotten a little studio apartment close to school which she planned on living for the next six months. She was going to miss her parents very much, but they lived in a small town far east of England.
Hannah was both excited and nervous. She had hardly ever been to London and now she was going to live there. She didn't know anyone except for her uncle, but he was hardly the person she was going to hang out with. On the other hand she was pleased when he offered her to eat dinner with him and his family every Monday. Hannah wasn't much of a cook herself, so she thought it would be nice she could get a proper meal every week at her uncles.
Shortly after Hannah had gotten settled in and started school she saw an ad up on the boards at school. There was a beer night for students next Friday. Hannah had never been much of a drinker and quite frankly she didn't like the taste of alcohol. She decided to go anyway so she could maybe make some new friends.
On Friday night Hannah went to the beer night. It was held at one of the students house. The house smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. Hannah wasn't used to this. She was shy and uncomfortable. There wasn't anything but alcohol to drink so she went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. When walking out of the kitchen she bumped into a girl she knew from one of her classes. The girls name was Mallory. She introduced Hannah to a lot of people, it was like she knew everyone there. Mallory was very open and popular. She handed Hannah a drink but Hannah declined. Mallory laughed and told her to drink it - it would let her loosen up. Hannah took a small sip. At that moment if someone would have told her that after nine moths she would be injecting herself with drugs, she would have laughed at that person.
Hannah woke up on her kitchen floor on Wednesday night. The high was over. She started crying. She was the slave of drugs. She had no control over her life what so ever. She decided to call her mom. They hadn't talked for a month. Her parents had cut her off when they found out she was doing drugs.
Hannah's mom didn't answer and Hannah was now crying even more. She didn't want anything more in the whole world but for her mom to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay.
Hannah was now shaking again and craving her batch of drugs. She found some sleeping pills and stared at them in the palm of her hands. She thought to herself that she could end her misery once and for all. It would be better that way. She was just a burden to her family. Hannah wasn't crying anymore. She stood up, got herself a glass of water and swallowed twelve pieces of sleeping pills. She laid on her bed and closed her eyes. She thought of her parents, she thought of her hometown. She was calm. Hannah wasn't strong enough to quit. She had tried. Instead of living as a slave of drugs, she decided to take her own life. She didn't want to live like this anymore.
The day after Hannah's mom saw that she had called. She tried to call back and got worried when Hannah didn't answer her phone. She sent some cops to check on her. It was too late. Hannah was already dead.