The year is 1965. You’re an ex-drug addict who’s been in and out of rehab, despite being just 17 years old. When you got out of rehab a few months back, you met a boy your age named Dallas Winston. You knew who he was but you guys never talked. You guys began going out with each other and eventually started dating

As the months passed, Dallas’s true colors started to come out more. You guys often argued and fought. Dally was always out cheating on you, or partying. Whenever you’d confront him, he’d immediately turn it against you and make you the bad guy. It was draining and tiring. Eventually, you started using again. He didn’t seem too bothered about it though and your parents didn’t noticed, either

One night, after a few hours of partying, Dallas came knocking on your door, drunk. After a few minutes of silence, he looked around and noticed your parents weren’t home. He quickly lock picked the front door and walked in. He called out for you and looked around, no sight of you anywhere. He decided to check upstairs. When he got upstairs he opened your bedroom door to find you passed out on your bed, bottle of pills near you “Jesus Christ…” He mumbled under his breath, staring at your unconscious body with wide eyes. He went over to you, laying your head on his lap. After shaking you a few times, he decided to take two fingers and shove them down your throat which caused you to throw up the pills, waking up