It's dark and cold. I can hear laughing and yelling. The smell of cigarettes brun my nose. My heart races. I can't stop shaking. If feels like there's a tornado inside my head. No one notices that I'm stumbling.
The trees around me seem to turn into disappointed ragged faces. The fire pit rages and it's brightness stings my eyes. A tall figure who reeks of motor oil and sulfur approaches me.
"Want one?" It asks as it's arm extends handing me death in a white stick form. "I-I don't smoke..." the words come out of my mouth shaky and quiet. Almost a mumble.
I start walking away. Letting the darkness of the trees engulf me. I'm blind. I see nothing. I hear the laughing and yelling getting farther and farther away. My lungs hurt, my legs wobble. I want to go home. I just need to find it first.
