Pubdate: Sun, 03 Oct 2004 Source: Huntsville Times (AL) 71.xml Copyright: 2004 The Huntsville Times Contact: http://www.htimes.com/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/730 Author: Mike Marshall Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/oxycontin.htm (Oxycontin/Oxycodone) HUNTSVILLE TEEN'S DRUG DEATH SPURS FAMILY, STUDENTS CRUSADE TO EDUCATE Mother, classmates warn of dangers of mixing painkillers The alarm clock was on top of a stack of encyclopedias. It rang at 11 a.m. Next to the clock, Hunter Stephenson, a 16-year-old with blond hair and green eyes, lay in a queen bed with an antique mahogany headboard. He had set the alarm before dawn on the morning of Aug. 6, intent on changing a chemistry class that afternoon before orientation for rising juniors at Huntsville High School. Candy, his mother, and her younger daughter, Paige, were sitting in a hallway as the alarm clock rang for a minute or two. They were in an area of the upstairs that the family calls a computer room. Hunter had been in this room until 3:45 that morning. He had talked with his girlfriend, a Grissom High School cheerleader, before heading to his bedroom at the front of the upstairs hall. Hearing the alarm drone on, Candy and Paige walked down the hall to check on Hunter, the youngest of the Stephensons' three children. Entering the room, Candy thought Hunter appeared peaceful, as if he were sleeping, but she knew he wasn't asleep after touching him. Candy began administering CPR. Paige called 911. "What did he take?'' a paramedic asked after arriving at the Stephensons' home on Calhoun Street in downtown Huntsville. Paige called Hunter's girlfriend, searching for clues. Frantically, the girlfriend called a Huntsville High student. She pressed the student for information, shouting as she told him what had happened. She suspected the student had given Hunter drugs. "Don't use my name,'' the student finally told her, "but it was methadone.'' Just before 12:30 that afternoon, Hunter Stephenson was pronounced dead at Huntsville Hospital. At the hospital, Alex Pederson, Hunter's best friend and doubles partner on the Huntsville High tennis team, approached Huntsville High tennis coach Lynne Abernathy. Grabbing Abernathy by the shoulders, Pederson told her, "This is not Hunter. This is a mistake.'' 'He had it made' Hunter Stephenson stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed 130 pounds after a recent growth spurt. He bagged groceries at Star Market in Five Points during the summer, cheered for Auburn University's football and basketball teams during the fall and winter, and played singles for the Huntsville High tennis team during the spring. He had his own fishing boat at the family's lake house in Scottsboro, his own television in his bedroom and his own 2001 Nissan Pathfinder, a 16th birthday present from his parents. "He had it made,'' his father, Charlie, said one day last month, surveying his son's bedroom, the loss deep in his voice. Charlie, who owns a debris removal company, passed on his love of sports to Hunter. When Hunter came home the night before his death, they sat at a computer as midnight neared, discussing Auburn football recruiting tidbits on the Internet. Now deprived of his son, Charlie wants to apprehend the dealer who gave drugs to Hunter on the night of Aug. 5. "I want to pressure them,'' he said. Rattling off a small network of suspected dealers - two high school students and two college students - Charlie focuses on one Huntsville High student. Charlie believes he is the dealer responsible for giving methadone to Hunter. The first hint of the dealer's identity came on the afternoon of Hunter's death, after the Stephensons returned from the hospital. For hours, Charlie and Candy stood in their front yard, greeting a stream of mourners. By Charlie's count, six parents and grandparents gave him the name of the dealer responsible for their son's drug problem. The same name surfaced over and over. Charlie heard the name again that night, this time from two students who said they were with Hunter when he received methadone in the back yard of a home in northeast Huntsville. "I want the guilty parties to pay the price,'' Charlie said. "The people dealing drugs should be given prison time, not jail time.'' Candy, a former child-abuse social worker, is more interested in educating Hunter's classmates and their parents about the dangers of drugs, mainly painkillers. "It's too late to help Hunter,'' she said. "All those kids at Huntsville High belong to us. It's up to us to protect them. It's not too late for them.'' 'Be a friend - save a life' On the morning of Sept. 21, Candy Stephenson walked into a social studies classroom before the first-period bell rang at Huntsville High, accompanied by the same two city police officers who have escorted her through the school halls for almost a month. She stood in front of the class, petite, stylish and determined. Thirty sophomores looked back, waiting to hear the message she had been trying to spread since Hunter's death. One of the policemen, Chuck Duncan, stood by her side, helping her explain the drug hotline that was created after Hunter's death. The other officer, Jimmy Whelpley, waited in the hall, holding more cards with a photograph of Hunter and the hotline phone numbers. "Be a friend - save a life,'' said Candy, opening her presentation. "That's what this hotline is about.'' After Candy's presentation, she was followed into the hall by a sophomore girl holding photographs of her boyfriend and his best friend. Her boyfriend's best friend had died of a drug overdose over the weekend, the girl told Candy. He was a former resident of Huntsville, the girl explained, who had left the Gulf Coast as Hurricane Ivan moved toward Florida. He died in Florence. Her boyfriend found his best friend's body, dead of an apparent mixture of OxyContin and methadone, the girl told Candy. The news jolted Candy. The boy had attended Huntsville Middle School before moving to Destin, Fla. Candy figured the boy surely knew about Hunter's death, considering his ties to Huntsville and the strong emotional reaction among parents and students at Huntsville High. Hunter's death triggered a surge of activity. Parents of Huntsville High students formed committees. Abernathy, Hunter's tennis coach, changed the way she taught her health class. In a session Abernathy calls "agree-disagree,'' she asks students their opinions on mandatory drug testing for all students, alcohol use at parties and parents searching their children's rooms, among other things. "We have to talk about these issues,'' she said. "I feel like I should have done it before this.'' Students taped posters in school hallways. One of the posters was a student announcement for a Sept. 28 meeting at a Five Points restaurant. "Come listen to a pharmacist explain what can/cannot be mixed so no one has to deal with loss,'' it read. "Make friends 4 ever because thanks to SADD, they'll live,'' read another announcement, this one for Students Against Destructive Decisions, a national organization brought to Huntsville High after Hunter's death. Charlie and Candy Stephenson have been at the forefront of the movement. In early September, Candy spent two or three days a week at Huntsville High, hoping to speak with each of the school's 1,281 students. By the end of the month, she had appeared before every social-studies class, satisfied she had accomplished her goal. But on the morning of Sept. 21, Candy was in a second-floor hallway at Huntsville High, listening to the sophomore girl explain the death of her boyfriend's best friend. "What are these kids thinking?'' Candy said after the girl returned to her classroom. Slow day, hectic night On the night of Aug. 5, a Thursday, Hunter Stephenson was thinking about dinner after he came home early from his summer job. It had been a slow day bagging groceries at Star Market on Pratt Avenue, a short drive from his family's 1850s home, so Hunter was allowed to leave work around 6:30 p.m. After changing into his gray Auburn T-shirt and khaki shorts, he asked his sister Brooke, a teacher at Hampton Cove Elementary, if she'd like to go out for dinner. They decided on the Outback restaurant on Whitesburg Drive, and Hunter led the way in his Pathfinder. Brooke followed him through downtown and onto Whitesburg. At the last second, though, Hunter decided on Chinese food. He turned toward the Great Panda restaurant, one of his favorite spots, and Brooke and her boyfriend continued on toward Outback. After dinner, he drove his car to Hermitage Park and met a classmate. He was a classmate Hunter's parents didn't approve of. For more than a year, they had tried to keep the two apart. But on this night, Hunter hopped into his friend's car and they drove to Ditto Landing for a concert, the start of a hectic night. Wrong place, wrong time Just before 9 p.m., Hunter made a cell phone call to another Huntsville High student, a longtime friend. He told her to meet him at a home near Hermitage Park in southeast Huntsville. It's the home of the student the Stephensons believe gave the methadone pills to Hunter. The Stephensons have pieced together the story of their son's last night through conversations with Hunter's friends and classmates. Night after night, for more than 50 consecutive days, the students have gathered on the Stephensons' back porch, the family's favorite gathering spot. They talk long into the night, discussing Hunter and what happened that night. Abernathy, his tennis coach, is among the regulars. So are Pederson, his doubles partner and best friend, and the girl who met Hunter at the home near Hermitage Park. Even the two classmates who accompanied Hunter to the back yard of that home have been to the Stephensons' back porch, telling them the alleged details of the drug deal. "Wrong place, wrong time,'' Candy concluded. "Wrong people,'' Charlie said. Neither suspected Hunter of taking painkillers. Both highly involved in his school and his life, the Stephensons thought they were raising him correctly. Candy was president of the Huntsville High Tennis Booster Club. She was at school and tennis practice so frequently that she monitored Hunter's days through information from Abernathy, his coach. If Hunter made a bad grade on a test, Abernathy told Candy. Any other misstep, and Abernathy was ready with details. "I can't do anything,'' Hunter once complained to Abernathy. Hunter also had a curfew of 11:30 p.m. Candy peppered him with cell-phone calls about his whereabouts. On the night of Aug. 5, she called him around 11. "Where are you?'' Tomorrow was supposed to be a big day for Hunter. He had junior orientation at the school, and he planned to change chemistry classes. In three days, he was scheduled to start classes at Huntsville High's new $30 million building. As a final summer fling, Hunter planned a trip to Six Flags with Pederson and his sisters, Brooke and Paige, a student at the College of Charleston. "I'm on my way,'' Hunter told his mother. By 11:15, he was home. Hunter and his father talked about Auburn football recruiting past midnight. Candy joined the discussion, then Paige, and the family talked until about 12:30. Then Hunter was alone in the computer room, talking with his girlfriend and instant-messaging his friends on the computer, until almost 3:45 a.m.. "I would have bet my life he would have never taken a pill,'' Charlie said, "and I'd be dead.'' Neither Charlie nor Candy had heard of methadone until the 911 call the next morning. "I never thought in my wildest dreams this would happen to us,'' Candy said. 'Tired of children dying' About 70 Huntsville High students, parents and teachers gathered at Tenders restaurant in Five Points Tuesday for the first meeting of SADD. Jannie Chapman stood by the front door, watching the crowd filter in, clearly pleased with the turnout. Chapman is the chairwoman of Safe Kids/Safe Schools, an organization created because of Hunter's death. "What it all boils down to is we're sick and tired of children dying, and we're not going to take it anymore,'' said Chapman, the parent of a Huntsville High student. Painkillers, she said, are the principal problem. "That's what's killing them, and they're mixing them,'' she said. "We don't want them to destroy their lives before they get started.'' Much has happened since Hunter's death. Two Huntsville High students checked themselves into drug rehabilitation soon after his death, including the student suspected of giving methadone to Hunter. No arrests have been made. The Friday after Hunter's death, about 50 parents, all of them mothers of Huntsville High students, attended the first meeting of Safe Kids/Safe Schools. Since then, the group has almost doubled, Chapman said. Like the Stephensons, Chapman was quick to point out that Huntsville High isn't the only school fighting problems with pills. As evidence, she cited the reaction to the hotline created in Hunter's honor. Decatur, Athens, Grissom and Randolph high schools have inquired, she said, as well as Whitesburg Middle School. "It's everywhere in our community,'' Chapman said. Gary Walton, the pharmacist at Cove Pharmacy in Hampton Cove, was invited to speak to the group huddled in a banquet room on the second floor of Tenders. "From talking to people, they're going to parties and bringing different drugs and taking different combinations,'' Walton said before his speech. "I'm going to tell them not to do any of them, not just mixing, and how they don't know their limits.'' None of the parents or teachers expected Candy Stephenson to attend. They considered the topic too painful for her. But just after Walton began speaking, Candy showed up and sat near the top of the stairs. After listening for 20 minutes, she headed for the parking lot, dreading what was coming next, most likely a discussion about mixing pills. Out in the parking lot, she looked up at the students jammed in front of the second-floor window, some of them sharing chairs as they listened to Walton. This awareness and spreading knowledge were exactly what she wanted to emerge from Hunter's death. Hunter, though, was no hero, in her estimation. She thought he was strong enough to resist temptation. She thought she and Charlie had raised him better than to take a pill without realizing the consequences. She thought he should have known. In his mother's view, Hunter was responsible for what he did on the night of Aug. 5. But Hunter was also responsible for what she had seen in that banquet room. "We've all got to take care of each other,'' she said, "and that's what I'm seeing up there.'' Then she drove away, ready for another long night on the back porch talking about the last night of Hunter's life. - --- MAP posted-by: Josh