Megan had known Anthony since she was 3 years old, they were inseperable at school, always at one anothers place, getting into trouble. In high school there was rumors that they were dating, but never did, and there was never anything romantic between them. They knew each others secrets, their fears, loves, likes, who the other had lost thier virginity to, who they hated.. it was the perfect friendship. Getting into different colleges meant going to study in different states, but that did not stop them, emails, texts and calls every night, even when he got a girlfriend, even when she moved in with him.

It was the last year of college that she met a new group of friends, she still called him, but she seemed a little distant. Just after graduation he got word from his parents that her mother had died.. and it was about the same time that he could not contact her and she stopped calling him. Megan could not remember the first time she tried drugs, or what they were, then, she could not remember the name of the guy she was living with.. or how she got pregnant. She could not remember saying yes to the drugs that pumped through her veins, but she could not remember saying no either.

Megan was a sexy, slender girl, always running, or playing sports, her long hair was dark brown with a red tint to it, falling in healthy waves to her shoulders. Her D cup breasts always sitting proudly on her chest, dark brown eyes filled with life and hope.

Now she was gaunt, tired, dark circles under her eyes, her hair was brittle and frizzy, her skin was pigmented wrong, she was too pale, too skinny, her body taking nutrients from itself because she was not eating. Her eyes were empty, filled with hatred and pain.. and a longing to remember something.. anything that meant something to her.