Breaking The Addiction

Before (part 1)

Rose

Walking home from school, I pulled out my cigarettes and a lighter. My hand shook as I lit it up, though the calming feeling of smoking something immediately calmed me down.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the nicotine I was addicted to. It was the feeling of smoking something, of inhaling something, letting it fill my lungs, then breathing it back out. It was relaxing.

I knew my friends and family wouldn't ever really understand, that's why no one knew and I was planning to keep it that way. It would be that way until I was at least 18 and could move to a state that wouldn't make me go to a mandatory recovery program.

The cigarette was gone quicker than I wanted it to be, that was okay though. I was almost home and the last thing I wanted was to walk into my home with a cigarette and my parents right there, waiting for me. No, that wouldn't be ideal at all.

I finally got to my house, in a suburban neighborhood where everyone wants to be seen as perfect. Not me though, I could care less. In fact, my parents were embarrassed by me, embarrassed to have a daughter who dressed in black clothes instead of pink and purple.

God, I couldn't wait to get out of here.

When I walked inside, I saw both my parents, looking heart broken and angry. My mother was crying, my father had a stern face, rage painted on it.

I set my backpack down and looked at hoth of them. "Is everything okay. What happened?"

My father stepped aside, looking down at the table between them. "What is all of this Rose? I mean, I know what it is, but why? Why do you have all of this?"

My eyes widened, I was staring at my packs of cigarettes, my weed stash, my lighters, my bongs, my vape pen, my vape juice, anything and everything I owned that had to do with smoking. Shit. "D-dad, oh God, dad, I swear, I-I..." I didn't even know what I was supposed to say. It's not mine? I can explain?

"Sweetie, please please just tell your father none of this is yours." My mother knew what would happen to me if I said it was. But my dad was sending me there anyways. So, I just looked down. "Oh God Rose."

My father hugged me. He knew it would be the last time he did for a long time. "I have to call them sweetie," he whispered, "I have to." I nodded and watched him walk away, pulling out his phone.

My mother stood up, slowly walking towards me. She embraced me harder than she ever has before, crying on my shoulder. We didn't say anything, we just stood there, hugging.

I heard the front door burst open and the next thing I knew, I was blacking out. The government was taking me away, because people addicted to things were apparently dangerous to our society. So they had to make me better.