Speak Up

My brother started drugs when he was around 14. I was 4 at the time; to young to understand. When I was 7 I started noticing he wasn't like other peoples brothers. He was violent, and often scared me a lot. I remember one time I woke up in the middle of the night and he was crawling across my floor at 2am looking for money, that scared me- a lot. He was doing these things even not on meth. At that time I couldn't imagine it getting any worse, then he tried meth "just one time". He became violent, and terrifying. He would sleep for 3 days and nights in a row. One night I was awoken by the sounds of my brother screaming at the top of his lungs. He originally told us he was having a heart attack but we knew what was going on. He was running around my house screaming things like "help me" and "im going out". He told us that he could feel himself slipping into hell. When we took him to the emergency room they basically told us they couldn't do anything because there is no medication to counteract meth. He was screaming at the doctors, yelling for help. His pulse was 169. They told us to bring in the family to say our goodbyes- but that couldn't be it, we couldn't give up that easy. We had people join around and pray for him because that was our hope. He stayed in the hospital until 3pm the next evening. The doctors told us he shouldn't have made it. That he defeated all odds & they had never seen anything like it before. 2 days after he got out of the hospital, he was on meth for the second time. Stealing from all my family, threatening to kill us, talking to people in the walls and catching "bugs" that weren't there. We couldn't stand it, we couldn't just let him die. The last time that he stole from us was on 8-12-13, this was when we pressed charges and had him put in jail & as of now he is supposed to be in there for 5 years. Meth just doesnt affect the person doing it but it effects everyone else too...