Emma's experimentation started after her parent's divorce, but the memories that drove her to use drugs started with the sexual abuse. During her high, it was heaven to leave behind who she had been turned into. She wanted to stop wanting to reclaim what had been taken from her. The truth was, she hated herself. Maybe that was why she'd OD'd at some boy's house. He wasn't even a boyfriend. At least he'd called 911, from a bus stop, with her phone, before leaving her there alone. She didn't remember how she got here, but here she was--strapped to a bed, sick, alone--one of the junkies.