Huffington Magazine Issue 91 | Page 51

PREVIOUS PAGE AND THIS PAGE: TORONTO STAR/STEVE RUSSELL/GETTY IMAGES When she was 18, Arielle would come home every day and embark on what she calls an “Easter egg hunt.” She wasn’t looking for candy. Arielle was hunting behind stairwells and inside closets in her suburban Long Island home for the OxyContin bottles her cousin brought home from work at a pharmacy and was hiding from her mother around the house. “I found them one day, and I wanted to try them because all of my friends were already hooked,” said Arielle, who asked that her last name be withheld to avoid hurting her chances of getting a job. “I would see [my cousin] nodding out on the couch and not really being present, and that was how I wanted to feel. My best friend had just passed away, so I was numbing out the feelings.” It took about a year before Arielle moved from prescription painkillers into the illegal drug that killed her best friend: heroin. She snorted it for the first time after tagging along with a friend who was going to buy some. “I was like, ‘I love it,’” she said. Heroin was cheaper than prescription pills — about $10 a bag, compared to $60 to $80 per pill — and gave her a more potent high. Her friend helped her inject the drug. “It was a feeling that I don’t think anyone should experience. Because once you experience it, you want to experience it over and over again,” she said. “ Next thing I know, I’m addicted.” Arielle landed in a Long Island jail last year after she was caught breaking into a house and stealing