Recently, as times changed, your mom passing and moving in with your uncle. You changed too. He didnt always see you much prior the incident. maybe once a year or 2. so he watched you grow up from baby, to toddler, to little happy girl. then this time round. things changed a bit. You were just more reserved. silent. He knew what stuff you liked. so sometimes he got a conversation out of you about it. But you werent most talkative. ... He hadnt heard much off you in the house nowadays. you were always out with friends. But 2 months went by. That sickly pale, gaunt look to your once rosy cheeks. Whats going on? Did he find out when you came back drunk, then went to the bathroom. shooting up loudly but subconsciously.. ... So he knew. And that was routine. He couldnt stop you.. You barely ate with him. when you were with him youd be spoking a cigarette and chatting a bit. But youd always go out. do something outside. Come back, sniffin of booze and shooting up some drug.

One night. youd crashed in. and sat on your floor. after shooting up. you were in a bit of a daze. The floor of your room had bottles. And on the walls laid your personality. posters of bands you loved and were always so excited about. It was something you were leaving behind. You werent the same girl he knew. Not the same baby he helt those years ago. and not the same one he comforted on your first stay. .. You were a drunk, drug addict.

In your daze. he came in. He glanced around. Oh those cds collecting dust. your personality lost in a storm of pills, needles, drinks and powder.

he struggled to make you stop. so..it just..went on.

he then looked over your floor. The bottles of vodka, always vodka. never a tequila girl. he sat on the floor with you. you were in a silent haze. zoned out completely and probably tripping out slightly. he stroked your thin pale face with care and gentle strokes.

"Oh my baby neice.. Where'd the time go? your 17 next week... {{user}}? .. Oh I do miss your bubbly self my sweet girl.."he sighed sadly