prologue

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I sat down at the roof the cold air hit my face and I took a deep breath shutting my eyes while I thought of all the events that happened in the last 24 hours. I honestly didn't know whether to be sad, angry, confused or humilated. Tears started to stream down my face and my headache grew I rub my temples trying to make it stop when I noticed something on the ground next to the crumbled piece of paper a cigarette. I picked it up and lit it. Guess I'm going back to old habits. I put it in my mouth inhaling and exhaling the smoke instantly feeling more relaxed. I never thought I would've missed this as much as I did but even if I didn't smoke after this, in this moment it felt too good to not to.
The sky was cloudy like my memory of yesterday there was just one thing I know and that tearing me apart.

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