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And I found out later

they had touched up the photo

so it wasn't as bad

as what it really was.

And you're just going,

"What happened?

What happened to Amelia?

Why does her face

look like that?"

They couldn't tell me.

They didn't say anything.

It was weeks... weeks...

before the medical examiner...

It was August.

Second week in August.

But the police told us kind of

what happened a week later.

"She died peacefully

on the couch, " they said.

You don't die peacefully

on the couch

and have this horrendous wound

on your head.

She would have had to recover

from a concussion had she lived.

The medical examiner said

it could have been caused

by when she passed out.

Hitting the kitchen floor.

I think it was caused

by something entirely different.

The cops ended up

coming to my house,

and they asked me to submit

to a lie-detector test.

And I said I would.

Monday night she told me,

"What do you want me to do?"

'Cause she had to go in

to take a lie-detector's test.

I told her that night,

"Just tell them."

I'm like,

"Just tell them the truth.

I can't take this anymore."

I'm like,

"This is killing me inside."

And I guess...

I don't know if she did or not.

And then Tuesday, early morning,

I couldn't take it anymore.

I called my mom.

I told her everything.

And I ended up going in

and just turning myself in

and telling the whole story.

So here's the big question,

Jasen.

What do you take responsibility

for from that night?

Everything.

All my actions I did.

I know what I did was wrong.

Absolutely.

I'm not gonna try to deny

anything I did was right.

There's no way

I can justify that.

And then the next morning

when I was supposed to go,

I had woke up and I told my dad

the entire story

about everything

that had happened.

I just remember being

so sick because...

And so sad.

I was so scared to tell my dad

about what had happened.

I was just in a state of shock.

And he ended up crying.

He told me

he couldn't believe it.

He called my lawyer,

and he came to the house.

And I had to tell him the whole

story about what had happened.

And then the police came, and

they searched the whole house.

They dusted

the whole house down.

And they ended up arresting me,

and I went to jail.

And I remember the whole thing

being on the news

and seeing it while

I was being booked into jail.

And I was so scared.

Scared to death.

I wasn't thinking.

I was completely lost.

I was...

I was so high.

I did not make good decisions

at all that night.

I wish so badly that I could

rewind the whole thing

and bring back my friend.

Since I've been in prison,

my father hasn't

written me letters.

I've written him.

I don't know if he's out of town

or if he's angry at me.

I don't know.

What would you say to your dad

If you could talk to your dad

right now?

What would you say?

If I could talk to my dad,

I would tell him how sorry I am.

And how I want nothing more

than to make him proud.

Do you believe

that Amelia did drugs before?

Do I believe

she did drugs before?

Before that night?

Hard drugs?

No, she never did

any hard drugs.

We know that she had smoked

some marijuana.

We know that she had done

some Ecstasy when she was...

when her and Macall

were sophomores.

We know that that took place.

Amelia told us,

and we had talked about it.

And we thought that

that part of her life was over.

So...

And it was.

Yeah.

I mean, as far as... Yeah.

I think Macall planned it.

Like I said,

it was the first time

she'd been alone in the house.

And when Jasen wanted to call,

she came up

with all these reasons

why Jasen

couldn't possibly call.

For four hours

Amelia lay there,

struggling to breathe,

fighting for life

even though she was unconscious.

And neither one of them

lifted a finger...

...to save her.

How do you feel

about Macall now?

I don't think Macall has a soul.

I don't know who or what she is.

I call her one of the undead.

She doesn't have a soul.

She doesn't care about

anybody but herself.

I was told that after...

When Jasen found Amelia dead,

the only thing

Macall could think of...

She didn't grieve.

She didn't say, "Oh, dear"

or "Oh, my" or "Oh, Amelia."

She said, "We've got to get

this body out of this house

before my dad gets home."

Heroin or opiates

or those types of the OxyContins

can be reversed.

Overdoses can be reversed

with drugs that paramedics keep.

They can be virtually

brought back to life

by using Narcan and different

things that paramedics have.

Heroin is a central

nervous system depressant.

It basically shuts down

various functions of the brain.

It is not going to be

that spectacular.

I mean...

And it's easy to miss it.

You know, this person may

just sort of nod off and...

You know,

unless you're paying attention

to see if they're breathing,

they may just look like they're

happily passed out on the couch.

We're dealing with good kids.

Normal kids.

Kids that

you never would imagine

getting into a drug environment.

And they're starting out

experimenting with small things

that usually leads them

into a direction

they never would have

seen themselves.

I'd sit down

with parents and say,

"These are the things

that you need to look for

in this kind of a drug problem."

Show them what the paraphernalia

looks like and describe it.

Usually a parent can get up

and walk in the kid's room

and come out with a handful

of that kind of stuff.

Marijuana pipe.

Kind of cutesy.

This pot pipe was actually made

at a high school shop.

Zig-Zags for rolling marijuana.

Very common.

A small scale

for the personal drug user

who wants to make sure

that he's not getting shorted.

Crack pipe or crank pipe.

These little glass vials you can

actually buy at a 7-Eleven.

And if you look

at the front of the desk,

there's these little roses

inside a glass vial.

They're not selling the rose.

They're selling a crack pipe.

Do you have

any light bulbs missing?

How about spoons?

These are things I didn't know.

I had spoons come up missing.

I'm like, "What's going on here?

My kids aren't little anymore."

You know?

Cellphone bills.

Gasoline.

You know?

How much gas are they using?

How many miles are they putting

on their car?

My son designed this tattoo

because he wanted to be

a tattoo artist

and own a tattoo parlor

at one time.

So I went

and had a tattoo put on.

This is supposed to be C. B. B.,

but I think it's a little

infected at the moment.

This picture was taken

in Africa.

We had it blown up

and had it down at his wake.

I mean, we had a celebration of

his life rather than a funeral.

And...

There was every kind

of kid and parent there.

From all walks of life.

From all...

Every different kind

of dress and...

... every different kind

of parent.

That's what he taught us,

though,

is acceptance, you know?

He just wanted people

to be accepted for who they are

and how they were

or how they dressed.

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