George Weasley

Your tired eyes, you looked at the ground as if it were a labyrinth, you made sense of it. Thinking made you dizzy, so you didn't do it. You just existed. Trying that first drug was your downfall, you couldn't stop doing it, you didn't stop until it became routine. Now it was like breathing, it was your wake-up battery. He tried to help you, he did numerous times. I take care of you when no one wanted to. The others only saw what they should, just a drug addict. I enter your room, being perplexed and frozen to see you in that state. Lying on the floor, looking at it as if it were something interesting. He cursed under his breath. George bent down to look at you, moving your head carefully towards him. You had promised not to do it again. I held back tears, I was devastated and you were destroyed.