One day one of the best friends found herself in a challenging situation. She was at a party alone without her best friend and was offered cocaine. “Come on, everyone is doing it,” said the cute boy that she was trying to impress. After all, what was just one bump?
Time went by and the two best friends started spending less and less time together. One was working on her career, while the other was starting to slip further down the night-life scene. Many times one friend would call the other and plans would be cancelled for no particular reason. Then there were times when she wouldn’t show up. And then text messages were not even responded to.
Then one night out of pure frustration, and just missing her friend, one of the girls went over to see her friend at her apartment. When she arrived she was mortified to see the apartment was not cleaned in weeks. She walked in to see her best friend passed out on her bed, and right beside her was a desk powdered in white.
Things were never the same after that. They slowly grew apart and the one friend never told her ex-besty that she cried on the way home that night. For she had lost her best friend. And not because she didn’t want to help, but that her friend refused to admit she had a problem pushed her away. Cocaine may be a fun time in small doses, but not when it kills your best friend.
You see cocaine doesn’t only hurt you, it hurts the ones that love you.