You gaze into my eyes,
and I know the feelings are true.
You hold my hand,
and I know that all I need is you.

Just a simple kiss on the lips,
and my heart begins to pound.
Just a simple smile from you,
and I know im spell-bound.

When you hold me in your arms,
I feel completely secure.
When you speak to me,
I know your words are pure.

Everyday spent without you,
I miss you so much.
Every night and day spent missing you,
I dream of your gentle touch.

You're the best thing to happen to me,
and I never want to let you go.
The feelings that I feel for you,
they only continue to grow.

I don't know how to say this,
or even if its true.
But I love the way you make me feel,
and I think I'm falling for you.

A Life Without An Ending

INTRO
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you were perfect and not an alcoholic, druggie or a sex addict. Have you ever wonder whats going to happen hour by hour or minute by minute? Taking that shot with a special chemical that can change your life forever. Having an affair is what we call a whore. Drinking a libation till the night driven away wonder where life is going to take you after that last pill, sip, or an affair? Have you ever had siblings, friends, relatives etc. head down this path and may or may not make it out alive? Is god there to guide you or is it the devil going to steal all your faith and never let you head up the ladder we would like to call an escape...? Escape can be many things but what does it really mean. Does it mean that you have to survive every obstacle that comes your way? Heading toward the doorway to heaven or the hallway to hell. Every step you take will make you or break you. Push me and I'll fall, loosing my grip, as you lose it all.
CHAPTER 1
In the Mile High City known as Denver, Colorado where everyone sure knows there way around, lived a mother and a daughter with two opposite worlds. Mother is a daycare employee at Washington Park Community Center who works with Elementary School Kids who have learning disabilities such as Slow Motor Skills and Dyslexia. She isn't one of those mothers who is really strick on things but she could be over-protective at the same time. She does care on where I am and what I do but she doesn't check up regularly like some moms do.
Phone rang. I stumbled over my very unorganized catastrophe of a room with clothes and trinkets scattered where there is barely places to step to answer the phone down the hall between my mother's room and mine. It was my mother checking in asking all these anonymous questions about the weekend right before she left from work to head home. I quickly tried to answer coming up with an alternative to escape "my mom and I" hangout to cover my plans. Mother and I hang out was different from any other hang out with mothers and daughters. This hang out was all complaining on how I do stuff differently and how I'm not helping as much as I used to after my father had left that family. I was never the same after he had left because he was my hero in ways or another. I know he did things his way and his way only. To this day I don't know why he left but I know its not the same anymore. I keep bringing up the subject to my mother but her answer never changes. It's always "I don't wanna talk about this right now!" or "He just got up and left. There is nothing we can do about it" So I called one of my close friends that was gathering everyone for a bash somewhere and asked "Are we still on for tonight?". She replied "No, sorry something happened to Sydney!" "Oh No! Sydney? What happened to her this time? Is she alright?" She replied "Sydney's alright, She just had a little incident with her syringe again and again. She had injected too much heroine into her body to escape from her home world. I guess she stressed too much from her parents arguing.. She was rushed to the Aurora South and the doctors are trying all their best to get her back to normal. I will call you as soon as I am able to get more info on her." I hung up the phone trying to hold back my tears, my rage about what's happening with one of my really close friends. The person who I can really relate to when things go wrong. Thoughts were still racing through my mind. How much did she inject? How much does she have till her life is over if the doctors can not re-vibe her? Am I considered a bad friend because I didn't take action for her addiction and for the times I left her alone and let her do what she needed to do. I finally got my emotions pulled back together to where if mom calls me downstairs. I don't look like I just cried a river realizing mom would be home soon. 5 Minutes later, mom pulls into the driveway. I ran upstairs to try and hide myself from breaking down if mom asks what happened today. I would have to explain what i just heard from Ruby. Ruby was the kind of person who loved to flirt with the boys. She would at least inform me that she was with a [different] boy every week. Sometimes these boys would rotate to where its the same but just different boy every other week. I wonder how she does that. Can she show me how? Keep in mind, she doesn't have a mother or father because of a tragic incident. Ruby parents were Bi meaning she had 2 mothers. They both were murdered on the night of her 17th birthday. Her parents were flying a hot air balloon when they realized a passenger was a serial killer from America's Most Wanted carrying a kitchen butcher knife. Unexpectedly, the serial killer stabbed both till death. Anyway, Mom staggers into the front room; just to the left of the entry as she puts her brief case full of papers down next to the shelf by the front door. She calls for me wondering what my plans are for the weekend because I never gave her a complete answer. I'm strolling my way down the stairs looking like nothing went about. Mother asked annoyed "So, what are you doing for the... weekend?" I mumbled "I don't know, I'm not feeling to well. I feel sick to my stomach and having a terrible headache. I think I'm going back upstairs to lay down for a little bit after I take a few Advil." I ran half way up the stairs until my mother had an idea what was going on. "Wait a minute, get back down here! Is there something wrong?" She exclaimed. I was totally silenced for a few seconds and tried to speak but I asked if we can chat about this another time. I ran back upstairs to lay down and think "Oh no what if Sydney dies from her overdose?" Still thinking of the previous thoughts that occurred when I hung up with Ruby. The phone rang once more. I raced to the phone before mom could get a chance to answer. It was Ruby. "Why, Hello!?" I answered exhausted and excited at the same time. Ruby said "I just went to check in on her and she is doing fine. She isn't fully aware of what happened to her but she was happy to see me. She had the look on her face like "What am I doing here?" She just need to take a couple days to recover. From Dr. Waggoner talking to me, they are insisting on having her do therapy and a Drug and Alcohol class for a few weeks until she gets some sense on what she just did that put her life in-danger." "Okay, cool. Thanks." "Wanna chill with a few boys i spotted at the bar the other night?" "What time? Where? Sure, I would have to sneak out but yeah I'm all down!" "10.30pm and we would meet around the corner from Overland because everyone is meeting up there to cause trouble. We will be out for several hours."
Time had past. Sydney was getting dressed when her mom walked in and asked "Why are you getting ready? Its bedtime!" Sydney had to make a lame excuse to get her mother to let her go while thinking she might not let me. "I'm getting dressed because Ruby wanted me to come to a late dinner with her and her grandmother" "I don't believe this. Your getting ready to have a dinner with Ruby around Bedtime. I don't understand you anymore. Do I have to call Ruby to confirm this?" exclaimed Mother. I responded in a calm voice "No, I don't think you need to call because I will only be a few hours. I know you trust me but believe me. I will be okay. Mother totally believed her. Sydney looked at the clock. It was about 9:30pm and threw on a summer dress and thongs and flew out the door.