Dread (prologue)

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I woke up. I knew instantly that I'd been smoking. I can never remember doing it, when I try I just see haze. That has happened every day for nine weeks. I try to stop. I cant. I am trapped in a weed addiction.

I am in pain.

I am in shame.

I am in Hell.

But I cant help it.

There's nothing I can do.


I hate myself for it. What I am doing. I cant get it under control.

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