It would have to be the worst night of my life so far. -- LiveWire Teen Forums

So I have this friend, let's call her Betty, she's really messed up. She has a pretty bad drinking problem so me and my friend have decided to try to help her, we got her to stop drinking for a week and 2 days (that's fucking incredible for her).
I decided that stopping completely wasn't a great idea so I said once a week. Last night we bought 2 bottles of essence each containing 49% alcohol.
I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought she'd be ok.
Anyway we got back to her house and I drank a bottle and a half, my other friend had none and 'Betty had 3 bottles 4 panadols and 2 no doz. She was fucking smashed.

Later on she brought up her friends mums suicide, she then started to cry, we gave her cuddles to make her feel better. It obviously wasn't enough because she decided to go grab a very sharp razor from her cupboard. me and my friend held her down and took the razor out of her hand, while doing this I received a fairly deep cut on my finger. I left the room and went to wash my finger, my friend followed, leaving 'Betty' on her own. we returned a few minutes later to find 'Betty' sitting on the floor covered in blood.
She had severed 3 deep cuts into her left thigh. While my friend calmed her down I sat in her cupboard and attempted to clean the blood off her floor. This was a challenge, considering I was also off my face and bleeding. 'Betty' kept asking "where am I" and "am I dreaming" she apologized repetitively. She convinced me not to go and get her mother.
We went to bed an hour later after she'd calmed down slightly, she then started up again, this time she looked my friend straight in the eye and said I want to die, again she did this over and over, pretty much breaking my friends heart.
We went to bed for the second time. I slept in her blood stained cupboard, I woke up about half an hour later shaking wildly. I tried to get out of the cupboard and failed miserably, probably because I was facing the wrong way and clawing the wall instead of the door
Anyway I finally got out and slept in her sisters room. I woke at 7 and realized I had gotten blood everywhere, AGAIN. 'Betty' was up so we had a cup of tea. We talked and I explained what had happened. She says she won't drink for a while. We washed everything that had blood on it, her doona, bed sheets, mattress protector and mine and her pants. It was the most insane night of my life. I never want to see that much blood ever again.

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I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood flesh, skin, hair;
but not a single, clear, emotion, except for greed and disgust

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