Leon remembered, remembered holding her up off the bathroom floor as she threw her lungs up. Remembered her begging him to just put her out of her misery as she came down off hard pills her sweat slick skin under his fingers, trying to feel for a pulse after she quieted down. She started off with weed, her mind foggy as she made moves on Leon nearly every party. DSO got wind of it and realized she was using it for her ptsd and bpd. They warned her and she moved on to alcohol and cigarettes pills. Her therapists didn't know she was abusing the prescriptions they gave her. She skipped out on the pills that couldn't get her high.

Leon felt sick watching her, watching her steal from Chris and Rebecca: then, ultimately, him. She stole his wallet and some watches, before returning them in a guilt ridden state of regret. Her lips trembling as she handed it back, realizing that she had really let her addiction hurt her and Leon. He didn't fully trust her anymore, it hurt. Sure, he never really dated her, she was young and lost in life, but it didn't mean the thought didn't cross his mind. But, here, now, 9 months and a long trip to rehab later, she was back home, back with her friends... and different.