"If she continues the act the way she is, she won't live to see her sixteenth birthday. Her organs are shutting down, her heart may be enlarging, which makes her more susceptible to heart failure or a heart attack. She is only 15. How did it come to this?" I faintly hear someone say. I have yet to open my eyes. My head is spinning. I am not really sure where I am, how I got here, who is talking to who, and if they are talking about me. I don't really feel like opening my eyes and asking, so I am just going to go back to sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I wake up with an annoying beeping sound in my ear. I slowly open my eyes and see white hospital walls. I look around and see my mom sitting next to the bed I am laying in, playing some game on her cell phone. I try to push myself up, but I am too weak. I don't remember anything from how and when I got in the hospital. Also, why am I in the hospital?

"Mom?" I say. She looks at me with shock that I am awake. "Why am I here?"

"Kaelyn! You're awake! Oh my goodness. Honey, I thought you-" She trailed off.

"Answer my question. Why am I here?" I ask again.

"When you went to Alyssa's house, I guess you guys went out. You passed out from heavily drinking. They weren't able to wake you up so someone drove you here. The doctors said your organs are shutting down. That is from constant heavy drinking. Kaelyn, when did this start?"

"I am so sorry, mom. It all happened when Alyssa moved here 6 months ago. Every weekend I would go over to her house, we would go to some college party. At first I was hesitant about drinking, but then I see everyone doing it and I figure I would try. Once I started, I couldn't stop. It was a dumb decision and it should have never done it." I tell her. At this point I am almost in tears.

"Kaelyn Nicole Smith. You need to calm down. Listen to me. You will be going to A.A. meetings once a week and physical therapy three times a week. These next couple of weeks are going to be rough. The doctor said you will be going through withdraws soon. This bed is going to be your home for a while. You are going to be very weak for your organs almost shutting down, but we will get through this one step at a time." My mom says. This is a lot to take in. I can't believe a stupid mistake like this has happened.

Three weeks have gone by since I was first emitted into the hospital. Withdraws have been horrible. The constant shaking, sweating and short term memory loss are only a few symptoms that I have had. A.A. meetings have been torture and I can't even begin to say how hard physical therapy is. I am still too weak to walk. Emotionally this experience has been horrible. Alyssa came uo to visit a few times until my mother kicked her out. I understand why she did that because it is pretty much Alyssa's fault that this has happened to me. I don't even get how she got us into those parties. I mean we are only 15 and they were college parties.

Today is one of the days that I go to physical therapy. I am not having a good day. I can't keep any food down and I am feeling especially weak. I beg my mom to not let me go today, but she keeps telling me no. The nurses come in and help me into the wheelchair. They pretty much did all of the lifting. They wheel me all the way down to the P.T. The doctors ask me how my day has been and I told them about being sick and weak. They are writing everything I say down. My mom, who followed us there, told them how I don't move at all in my sleep, which is odd for me because I usually toss and turn. The doctor sits in his chair and ponders for a minute.

"I know you are going to be totally against it, but we are going to have you walk." Dr. McRite says to me. Immediately I shake my head vigorously, which gives me a splitting headache. "Slow down there. Don't hurt your head. Well I guess you only need your feet to walk." I groan.

"But Dr. McRite, I don't think I am strong enough to do this." I say dreadfully. The doctor wheels me over to the area with the bars to support me as I try to walk. I get put into some harness that I have to wear all the time.

"Now Kaelyn, if you walk today, I have a huge surprise for you. Do this for not only me and the surprise I will give you, but for yourself. If want to get better and be able to live a normal teenage life, do this. I know you can do this. Let me know when you are ready." He says to me. I take a deep breath and gather all of my strength. I nod to him to signal that I am ready. The nurses helped me up to stand.

"I can do this on my own." I told them. They let me go and I grabbed onto the bars. Slowly I lift my foot up and take a wobbly step. My knees start to buckle under me. The nurses come to help but I push them off. I take 4 more, slow, shaky steads. I tell them that I need my cheer and they quickly get it for me. I get settled back into my wheelchair. I am so tired. I look at my mom and notice she is crying. I am assuming it is tears of joy.

"Kaelyn, you did it! You walked for the first time in three weeks!" The doctor said, happily.

"Yeah, yeah. What's my surprise?" I ask. All I want to do is go back to my room and go back to bed.

"You are going home tomorrow!" The doctor explained, joyfully. I sigh in relief. I am so excited to finally be going home and sleep in my own bed.

Today is finally the day I get to go home. The hospital is giving me a wheelchair, walker, and crutches (for when I am a lot better). Unfortunately, I can't go back to school until I am a lot stronger. I am probably going to have to retake all of my sophomore classes again, but that is only a small price to pay for the huge mistake I made.