// amethyst //
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"your life could change overnight. or in a moment."
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I press the white and orange paper to my lips, the familiar burn rising in my throat.
"why do you do that babe?" he asks me.
"do what?" I say, pulling it to my lips again, a small cloud of smoke coming into the air.
"smoke." he answers, running a hand through his faded lilac hair.
"why do you keep asking me?" I roll my eyes, taking another puff from my cigarette.
"because it could kill you." he says, wrapping his arm around me.
"we're all going to die anyways." I shrug, throwing the last of it out of the moving car.
"but if you're gone I won't be with you anymore." he says, lightly kissing my neck.
I don't answer, I just let a small smile creep across my face as my dirty blonde hair flows in the wind.
"Ames, I don't know if I can do this." he says as we pull into the driveway of my house.
"what?" I ask, looking at our entwined hands, two anchors on the exact same spot.
"I just never know if you're going to just die whenever I'm not around." he says in a serious tone.
"I promise that won't happen." I chuckle at his remark.
"but what if it does?" he says, not making eye contact with me.
"it won't." I chuckle. "why do you care if I smoke anyway?"
"because it could kill you. and me if I hang around you as much as I do." he answers.
I feel my heart tear to pieces right then and there.
"so what you're saying is," my breathing hitches, " that you don't want to see me anymore."
"no, that's not what I'm saying." he defends himself. "I just don't think I can hang around until you stop your bad habit."
"fuck you michael." I say to him, slamming the door shut as I get out of his car.
I go around the back door, it being the early hours in the morning. my parents think I'm sleeping. I unlock the door with my key to see both of my parents, wide awake with anger in their eyes.
"hi mom, hi dad." I wave to them, knowing I'll be scolded or yelled at any second.
"amethyst, what the hell are you doing out at these hours?" my mom says, hands on her hips.
"I was with michael." I say, not daring to make eye contact.
"probably having sex again, right?" she says, I cringe that she'd think I'd be doing that and come home after.
"no actually. he might've just broken up with me." my voice cracks as tears prickle my eyes.
"good. he was nothing but trouble anyway." my mom says. the weird thing is, mothers are supposed to comfort their daughter or son if they get heartbroken, but no not my parents. all they do is scold me and scold me for being who I am.
"give me your key." my dad says, holding his hand out.
I groan and place the silver key in his hand.
"we raised you right, took you to church every Sunday, taught you good morals, where did we go wrong?" my mom paces back and forth in the living room.
I ignore how rude she's being, but inside it hurts.
it hurts that she doesn't understand me. it hurts that she won't accept me for being who I am.
"this is just like my family all over again." she rolls her eyes. "you're just like your aunt. hair, tattoos, everything."
"mom stop." I say to her, but she keeps on rambling.
"mom stop!" I yell this time, her eyes growing wide. "this is who I am and you can't change me. look, I'm sorry I'm not your perfect little straight A daughter or that i don't have a blemish on my face. but this is who I am, and you're going to have to accept it. you have another daughter, just keep your hopes up for her."
they sit there in shock.
"goodnight." I say with a smirk, grabbing my purse and going to my room.
I lay onto my bed, worries and only worries running through my mind.
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