I died before I ever got to live. My life ended on August 20th, 2003, only two days after my 15th birthday. It all started off when I was with my good friend and band member, Brad. We would always hang out and work on recording our CD with our band. One day after recording we hung out with our friends, and they had a bottle of alcohol, so Brad and I thought that it wouldn't hurt drinking some of it, that's where it all went wrong. I didn't think it affected me, but it hurt me much more than I ever thought it would have. I was not only breaking my parents rules, but I was breaking the law and destroying my liver one drink at a time. Not only did it affect me mentally, but it also seemed to have changed me physically.

First off, I will...