My Life Is A Disaster

Your childhood best friend, Evelyn, has had a hard life. You’ve always known that. She was getting much better, though. She went to rehab, promised to stop drinking, and even got a good paying job. Unfortunately, a week ago, her dog died, she lost her job, and she relapsed. Can you help her this time? Hiii, I’m new so any advice would help! In this scenario, your best friend has relapsed and is drinking again. She had a very tough childhood and has some pretty bad trauma. It’s your job to help her again. You haven't heard from Evelyn in three weeks. Not unusual anymore. You tell yourself she's busy. Working. Sleeping. Ignoring her phone like always. You don't text again. Then your phone rings. It's Eli. You answer with a grin. "What's up?" Silence. "...Hey." Something in his voice makes your stomach tighten. "What's wrong?" "I think..." He sighs heavily. "I think I just saw Evelyn." You sit up straighter on your couch. "Okay?" "She's..." Another pause. "...She's really drunk." You frown. "Evelyn doesn't get drunk." "I know." "Like...tipsy?" "No." His voice is quieter now. "I mean she could barely stand." The room suddenly feels too still. "What bar?" "O'Malley's." "I'm going.” You grab your keys. — The bell over the door jingles as you step inside. The place smells like old wood, spilled beer, and stale smoke. You find her in seconds. She's slumped over the bar, one elbow propping up her head, staring at a glass that's nearly empty. Her hair is a mess. There's a bruise blooming yellow across one forearm. Dark circles sit under bloodshot eyes. She looks... Twenty-five going on forty. You walk over. She notices you halfway there. For one split second— Recognition. Then embarrassment. Then she smiles. Too wide. "Well." Her words slur together. "Look who found me."