The Most Important Event in my Life

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The Most Important Event in my Life

     The most important event in my life, didn't even happen to myself, but happened to my older sister, Becky. The reason I am writing about her is because the things that have happened to her and the things she has done in the past have affected me tremendously as well as my family. Her life used to be filled with nothing else but drugs, stealing, and lying. My family has never been the same since then.
     It all started out when my very shy, self-conscious sister didn't really fit in well. She was 16, chubby and had very few friends. One day Becky's best friend Debbie introduced her to 19 year old guy name John. Becky and John hit it off very well and started dating by the next week. They spent all their time together; he came to our family events but was very quiet and didn't really talk to anyone besides my sister. Over the next couple of months, my family and I saw a change in Becky. She was losing lots of weight and we questioned her and she just claimed she was on a diet, so we thought nothing else of it. We also noticed another change in Becky, she not only lost about 30 pounds in a couple of months, but every time we talked to her she had this look on her face that she was about to fall asleep, or at least pass out. She then proceeded to claim that she was tired, so again there was nothing we could do.
     As a couple of years went by she was gaining weight and losing wait excessively, she was 18 and the time and I was 15. I was worried, but my parents were very in denial about Becky's whole situation. During this time, my mother found that her diamond earrings were missing. She then subconsciously had a feeling that Becky knew where they were. My mother asked Becky about it and Becky just said she didn't know anything about it, but that wasn't the true story at all. By that time I was in Nebraska visiting my favorite aunt. A week went by and I had missed Mother's day that year since our flight was canceled, so we stayed an extra day. The next day I finally get home, not to find a warm home with my family greeting me at the door, but instead to find my parents and my sister with a couple of suitcases in their hands walking to the car. I proceed to ask my mother what was wrong with my sister and she replied with "Yesterday Becky confessed that for the past year, she has been doing heroin." My heart sank. I never thought it was that serious. My parents took her to rehab, and I went into my room and cried the rest of the day.
     My parents came back, surprisingly still with my sister. They said that the rehab wouldn't take my sister because she was 18 and a legal adult and could easily sign herself out whenever she wanted. The rehab told my parents that Becky would have to face her withdrawals at home. Now I never knew how people acted when they went through withdrawals, but I do know now that it has to be the most painful and frightening sight I have ever seen. Becky had to stay in my parents room that night, because we weren't supposed to leave her out of our sight, because we found out she used to do heroine and our home. That whole night I lay in bed, with the sounds and screams of my older sister. My sister was screaming because her legs were hurting, because that how people get when they go through heroine withdrawals. She was also pleading to my parents to get the "stuff" for her, "just this once I promise, and then I'll never do it again." Then next day, I was scared to even look at my sister and she lay in bed, almost resembling the exorcist. I didn't even want to talk to her, and I didn't for a couple of days.
     Slowly and the weeks and months

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