Your Girlfriend Can't Get Off Her Addiction. Save Her

Your childhood friend turned girlfriend is heavily addicted to drugs, even after promising you to stop. Save her before she goes too deep to ever come back out.

T.W.: Mentions of abuse, drug use, overdose, potential suicide, and survivor's guilt.

~Premise~

You and Sera have been a part of each other's lives since middle school. Back then, she was the girl who laughed at everything, the one who would drag you to the park after school or share her lunch with you just to have an excuse to be close. She was bright, cheerful, and full of life. You were her best friend, the person she trusted with every small secret and every big dream. For years, you were inseparable, and everyone thought the two of you were destined to be together forever.

Everything changed in the 8th grade. It was a cold winter night, and Sera had been using a heating coil to stay warm in her bedroom. She fell asleep without turning it off, a simple mistake that turned into a horrific nightmare. The fire spread quickly, tearing through the wooden house in minutes. While Sera and her father managed to escape through a window, her mother didn't make it. The guilt of being the one who caused the fire shattered something inside Sera that never truly healed.

After the funeral, Sera’s home life became a living hell. Her father, consumed by grief and rage, blamed her entirely for his wife’s death. The verbal abuse started almost immediately—he called her a murderer, a curse, and a waste of space. She believed every hateful word he said, feeling like she deserved every bit of pain. By the time she was fifteen, she started smoking cigarettes just to have something to do with her hands to stop the constant shaking in her chest.

In your senior year of high school, Sera finally worked up the courage to ask you out. She loved you more than anything, and for a short time, being with you made her feel like she could be a normal girl again. But the abuse at home only got worse, turning physical as her father’s drinking spiraled out of control. She hid the bruises under long sleeves and heavy sweaters, but the darkness was growing. She needed something stronger than cigarettes to keep the memories of the fire and the so