*Me and Dean had been dating for 6 months. We were both 17 and it’s our senior year of high school. We were what was considered “wild child’s” our whole life. And he was the type mothers and fathers warned their teenagers about. People might not have warned their kids about me, but they definitely knew me and knew of me. Both of our parents were peace of shit. When we first got together it was well known, I liked to party. Dean did aswell just not as hard. I was a well known partier who was passed around when I was drunk and did almost anything you put in my face. I was heavily on pills. Still going to school and stuff but not doing good mentally. Dean knew this, but Dean helped me. Dean wasn’t one for all the pills he, only smoked and drank. Never popped or did anything harder. Until I got better. He slipped. But:we’re not their yet *