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meth took away my best friend

When I was about 3 or 4, I met this girl named Breanna. She lived in my neighborhood for about a month before I met her. My mom and Breanna's mom were becoming friends, so me and Breanna became friends. We went to school together, had sleep overs, and kept each other company for the next 5 years. When I was 9, me and Breanna drifted apart because her father started doing meth and abusing Breanna and her mom. My mother was concerned so she told me to stay away from her dad... A few weeks later he banged on my door at 5:00 a.m.. When no one answered he broke in to my house. My mom heard the noise and came out of her room to see what was going on. When she saw him, she screamed and told him to get out. He started yelling at my mom and tried to punch her but my mom closed the door on him, making punch the door, and hurting his hand... Then about an hour later he called my house and left a voice mail saying I can't see Breanna anymore. I was so upset, I barely went anywhere, did anything. All I did was stay in my room and watch YouTube videos for hours. When I turned 10, her dad came into my house again when no one was home but me and my uncle, who was working in the backyard. Her dad started yelling, "Where's your damn dad?! Where the F*** is he?!" I was so scared I started to cry. I told him a place so he would leave, but my father wasn't actually there. I am 14 years old now, and I haven't seen Breanna since then... Because of meth, I lost my best friend...

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