A drug is what she became, my own personal pain killer. No prescription drug ever did as much as this student did in combating this growing depression. My maniacal suicidal thoughts along with the aching pain in my chest seemed all too irrelevant to me as I received my dosage of this girl. Like I stepped into some trippy hallucination of bright sunshine and long fields of green grass and nothing hurt. But like all good drugs, the numbness must come to an end. And with her, it didn’t last too long. My sunny paradise became instantly shattered and my living hell returned to me.

This couldn’t go on for any longer. I needed more of this relief. I need more of her.