If I Fall by Jessica Sorensen

I remember the first time I tried it, it tasted like poison. And somehow the poison burned the fear out of me.
For a moment, I broke free of my past and the scary, unfamiliar world that terrified me every hour of every day. It felt like I could do anything.

But then came the fall. And eventually I had to crash.

This is the start of my story. The start of my addiction to drugs, to numbness, to self-destruction. It’s not pretty. It’s not romantic, at least in the beginning and middle. And most of the time, it’s painful and heartbreaking.
I guess it’s not just my story, though. It’s also Sage’s too. Because we sort of fell together.

And of course, it’s the dead girl’s. Because without her, there might not even be a story.