And that's the saddest truth for the seventeen year old Julie. She's a Junk addict. She knows it's stupid, but it's like... walking through a big, fuzzy dream when on it. There's no real reason for her to be an addict. She had a good home. She had a great childhood. Her parents were together and still are. She got good grades.
But she fell into the trap one night at a party. Her boyfriend offered it to her. Told her it was fun. She folded. And now she's totally into it, stuck with it like a bad cough. Without it, she becomes edgy, twitchy, and irritable. She makes a lot of enemies without her hits, and often goes mental, punching, kicking, biting scratching. She might do the opposite, however. She might get even more twitchy. Even more nervous.
She is from a loving family of parents, younger sister and older brother. When she started on her addiction her parents thought it was them and tried to help in every way possible. They got her a shrink, they helped her along. But she fell back into it. She needed that moment of ecstacy. Her brother tried being forceful in getting her to stop, hiding all of her stuff, beating up her boyfriend. That just led to one of her meltdowns. She hit him so many times she broke a rib and his nose. Her sister, who used to look up to her, felt that there was no one to idolise anymore, and fell into drugs herself. She destroyed her home life and ran away to her boyfriend who eventually dumped her anyway.
She's lost in a world of booze and drugs, late nights and never seeing the sun. She felt like she was hollow on the inside. Like she wouldn't care if she died. She was wrong.
