Min brors stofmisbrug og familiens dilemma

I’m worried about my brother. I don’t what he is thinking about, all I know is that he is in big trouble. Yesterday he came home at 2 am; and at that point, he was supposed to sleep hours ago.

I woke up, when he interred his room. I went in, to ask him why he was home so late. He said “soccer with my homies”. He said it very slow and calm. I could see that he was high on something. His eyes were red and his pupils very big. After only a couple of seconds, he lay in his bed, and told me to go the f*uck away. I just stood in the door completely quite for a minute, and then I went to my in to my own room.

My brother went to sleep, and so did I. In the next morning, my brother slept the whole school day, while I was in school.

In school, all of my friends asked me why my brother wasn’t in school. I told them all he was sick, but they knew he never was. So they could easily figure out, there was something else wrong. One of my good friends, (Nelly from 9.th grade), told me he had seen my brother the other night. “I saw him sitting in the corner of the park, with three other boys, which I haven’t seen before, Nelly said. I asked him, if he could see what they were doing there. Then he answered “your brother sat with some small backs, containing something white”. The bell rang, and didn’t get time, to answer Nelly before he went to class. Physics lessons didn’t went well for me this day, because I couldn’t stop thinking about my brother. At the point, when I stood in the door and just watched my brother, I realized that he really were into some troubles. But about what kind of trouble it was, I wasn’t sure at all. So while I was thinking about, what kind of troubles it could be, I came up with an idea. After school I would go home and talk to him. Normally we didn’t talk to each other at all, but that day I would give it a try. My worst thought was that he possibly wasn’t home, when I came home.