Lila Ford
Age- 19
Diagnosed with- Addiction {to drugs}
History- Ever read those books, on drugs? Where the main character tries one thing; and want's something stronger? Where they can't control their addiction. And soon enough, their world spirals out of control. That's exactly Lila Ford's life. But let me start from the beginning. Lila grew up, spoiled as ever. She was actually fed by a gold spoon, incrusted with jewels. But one day, Lila had a bit too much too drink at a party; and winded up in the middle of Brooklyn. Someone sold Lila drugs, Cocaine exactly; and she tried it. Oh, how wonderful it felt. To feel like you were on another planet, another world; where all your problems disappeared. She wanted to try something different. And ended up sniffing everything she could find. When her parents found her the next day, she was in some alley; getting high off chalk. They brought her home immediately, and grounded her to her room. But Lila managed to escape, by paying off a guard; and ended up being raped and drugged. Once again her parents found her, disgusted; and sent her off to The Asylum of Billings for Girl's and Boy's. They hoped she would get better, but secretly prayed that she wouldn't come back.
Treatment- Pills {monitored}, Watched often
Likes- Drugs, Feeling high, Airplanes, Music, Money, Drug dealers
Dislikes- Being watched, Rap music, When people are scared of her
Looks like- Daisy Lowe
Taken- Dark ink on light paper.
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I lay my head back on the cold concrete of the alley way grinning from ear to ear. I wiped my nose, feeling the drugs running through my system.
This is what I lived for.
My best friend Abbey lay to the left of me, while my shall we say "friend with benefits" Will lay to my right, running his hands up and down my body.
"Duuuuude." Abbey groaned. "Lets go live on the moon."
"Duuuuude." I groaned back. "It's made of cheese and the stairs to walk there are broken."
"Dang it" she said sitting up.
The three of us stumbled to our feet and wandered around the city, marveling at the bright lights, chasing taxi's and yelling at the top of our lungs. We were having the time of our drug-f ucked lives.
I'd told neither of them about what had happened the night before. Why would I want to re-live that horrible moment when the drugs made it all go away?
They'd probably think I'd imagined it anyway as I was high as a kite. So I stayed quiet. No one would ever know.
In the back of Will's van we each snorted a couple more lines, feeling the drugs once again take hold of our minds. Will kissed at my neck while Abbey snorted more. The three of us piled into the van.
When I woke up, I found I had passed out on the floor of the living room in the east wing of the house. I couldn't remember how I had gotten home, my memory stopped after the second round of drugs. I quickly pulled myself off the ground, my head pounding, remembering the fact that I was technically grounded and therefore supposed to be in my room.
I crept up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. Quickly and quietly, I turned the handle and opened the door. To my surprise, my mother was sitting full clothed at the end of my bed.
"Mum." I said slightly shocked.
"Lila." she said. Her voice lacked any emotion at all. "Sit." she motioned to the chair next to my dresser. My head pounded to hard for me to be bothered to make any fuss, so I sat as told. I knew what was coming. 'Oh Lila I'm so disappointed in you, oh Lila how could you do such a thing? Oh Lila you're grounded for the rest of your life blah blah blah.' All her threats were empty. I would just sneak out again. Like I did last night. And the night before. And the night before that.
The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity.
My mother drew in a breath and spoke.
"Lila, I don't know why you do this to yourself. Why you get yourself into these situations. You...." she trailed off.
"What Mum?" I said angrily. "What? I disgust you is that what it is? I've disappointed you? I don't care what you think of me. I stopped caring a long time ago, when your status became more important than your own daughter!" I was standing now. And yelling. And to my own surprise, crying.
My mother stood now too.
"Lila!" she yelled. "Do not talk to me like that! I've had enough of you! And yes you do disgust me and you have disappointed me, but I never stopped caring!"
I rolled my eyes and started to laugh angrily.
"Thats bullsh it and we both know it. BULLSH IT!" I said turning to my dresser and opening the third draw. I stuck my hand past the old headbands I hadn't worn since I turned twelve, and pulled out an old wooden box.
"I'm going for a walk." I said clutching the box to my stomach.
My mother let out a dry laugh. "You're pathetic Lila." she said. "All you want to do is get high. Well I'd check that box before I went anywhere if I were you."
"You didn't." I said staring at her.
"You better check." she smiled wickedly.
I opened the box. It was empty. I turned to face her.
"B ITCH!" I yelled hurling the box across the room at her. I ran out the room only to be picked up by a large man who I assumed had been payed by my mother.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed, kicking at the man. Another joined him grabbing my legs.
"YOU B ITCH!" I yelled as my mother came through the doorway, rubbing her shoulder where the box had hit her. "YOU F UCKING B ITCH!"
"Lila, you're going away." she said in a polite tone. "Your father and I are sending you to The Asylum of Billings for Boys and Girls, down in New Zealand. You will stay there until you are better."
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed as the men took me down stairs and outside.
I was stuffed inside a car along with belongings which my mother had packed into suitcases for me.
I screamed and yelled the whole car ride to the airport where I was shoved on a private plane and screamed and yelled some more.
By the time I made it to the asylum I was tired and feeling the withdrawal effects. One of the men that had first carried me to the car, handed me over to a doctor at the gates and un-loaded my belongings from the car that had taken as from the airport.
I wonder how much he'd been payed to fill in for my mother. I calmly entered the asylum and was shown to my room.
I curled up on the bed and cried myself to sleep.
This was hell.
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Hi I'm Lila. My mother shipped me off to the Asylum. I like drugs. And music. And sex if we're being brutally honest. I'm kind of a bi tch, but if you get in my good books you'll be fine. If you have any spare pills you don't want to take, hand them over to me, I'd be happy to have them.
