"Hey, you wanna light up?"
"Oh, um I don't smoke." You reply
"Oh don't worry, it will help."
You take a cigarette and he hands you a lighter. You hesitantly light the cigarette. Your lungs fill with poison a you take your last breath of pure air and your first of the hell. The sensation fills your body. Your toes start to tingle and your brain goes numb. You inhale another breath of toxins. That night you must've had at least 20 cigarettes. Things only got worse.
The next day you woke up feeling...different. Your craving kicked in, and you knew you needed more cigarettes. The purse was just on the kitchen table. The plan had to happen now. You creep down the stairs over to the table. One quick gaze around the room before you ran your fingers over the soft fabric inching closer to the opening. "Hey {y/n}" your mom says walking over to the sink on the opposite side of the kitchen. Your heart beat increases. "Nothing. See you after work" you say nervously. "...Okay sweetie...have a good day." She says drying her hands looking at you suspiciously. You walk back up the stairs maintaining your anxiety as best as you can. When you arrive in your room, shut the door, and lean against it, you pull your hand from behind your back. You loosen your grip, lifting your fingers to see a crumpled $20 bill.
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Short stories
Tiểu Thuyết ChungThere's different messages in each story, but I hope you can find the positive ones I included
