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honest, I rarely even saw my neighbors. We all seemed to be busy with our own lives, but when we did see each other, it was always friendly.
    I walked up the stairs to my ap artment and unlocked the door. It was pretty spacious, especially for a single person. The front door opened up into my living room, which had carpet floors to cut down on the noise for the apartment below. Off the living room was a small kitchen with a little nook where I had a small table with only two chairs. I didn’t need more; I was the only one who ever sat at it anyway. Down the hall were two bedrooms and a bathroom. In one of the bedrooms I had a small desk and my computer and printer for schoolwork and the other bedroom was mine. It wasn’t anything special, but it was my home, and I loved it.
    I made myself a cup of chamomile tea and sat down on the couch, flipping through a couple of magazines u ntil I felt tired and relaxed. After putting my cup in the sink, I climbed out of my clothes and threw on a tank top and shorts. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and settled myself under the covers. I sighed at how amazing the cool sheets felt, and I was tired—so tired that I thought my head must have barely hit the pillow before I was out.
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    I woke feeling well rested and refreshed at nine o’clock the next morning. I quickly jumped into the shower, got dressed, and pulled my long black hair back into a low, loose ponytail. I applied a bit of mascara and lip gloss and was ready to go. I grabbed a store bought muffin on my way out the door and took off, moving at an accelerated pace toward the campus.
    It was twenty minutes to ten o’clock when I made it to the college. I took in my surroundings as I walked through campus. Something about the students milling around campus comforted me. Guys tossed balls and Frisbees to one another, couples sat together on benches talking with their heads close, unaware of anyone else around them. Groups sprawled out on the grass, studying and laughing with friends. It made me smile, even though I was on the outside looking in. As much as I would have loved to have a college social life, I never was able to put myself out there. I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, so I stayed to myself. Other than Shelly and Rob, I couldn’t say I really had any friends.
    As much as I loved my surroundings, I didn’t have time to dawdle. I had Business Ethics right now and Auditing after. I was majoring in Accounting and hoped to eventually get my CPA. Math had always been easy for me, so it just seemed logical to pick a career where I could use my strengths. Even with my side-tracking thoughts, I made it with five minutes to spare for my first class.

Chapter 4
     
    Yesterday was an emotional day for both Jackson and me . By seven o’clock in the morning, we were on the road, headed north, to the small private rehab facility that I had tried to get Jackson to agree with going to before. This time, though, he didn’t have a choice, and he knew it. I told him he was getting help, or I was turning him into the police.
    It broke my heart to do that, b ut it had to be done. Jackson was crushed and looked so scared as we went through the motions of getting him admitted to the inpatient program. It was hard to believe that he was eighteen years old. At that moment he looked like he was so much younger.
    I wasn’t allowed to visit for the first two weeks of his treatment, but we would be able to talk once a week until then. Apparently this was supposed to help him settle in, focus on his treatment, and get through any type of withdrawal. I had promised him I would be back as soon as they let me, and then I drove the two hours back home with an enormous void in my heart, feeling like I’d lost the last of my family.
    After one too many beers and a good night ’s sleep, I felt a little better. I had missed my classes yesterday, so I really needed to get my ass to class today. The townhouse was so