My master was calling, yet I cannot resist him. He is always demanding, always getting what he wants. I have to meet him in secrecy, for I am embarrassed to be seen with him.
"Come, Abigail. It's time, come with me." I hear his call, my mind screaming no, yet my body said yes. I had grown so accustomed to him, it was unbearable. I walk through the empty school halls, passing the lockers by. He had always been there for me, he is my comforter. I pay for his attention by becoming his slave. I find myself in front of the janitor's closet, trying to resist his call, yet he always knows my weakness, so I fall to his will.
My hand grasps the handle, its cool-temperatured touch comforting to my sweaty palm. My concience was screaming at me, telling me not to continue. Even then, my conscience wasn't strong enough to hold me back. I had no control of myself. I turn the handle, following my routine I had for meeting him. I wish someone would help me break free from my master's tyranny, yet I couldn't find the courage to call for help.
I grabbed a spare bucket from the shelves of cleaning supplies, my nose wrinkling from the foul stench of bleach and cleaner. Setting the bucket down upside down, I coughed roughly, my body shaking and trembling. I let out a small whimper through my yellow teeth. I heard my master's calls become more urgent, in a pleading yet demanding manner. I sat on the bucket, ready to heed my master's call.
I pulled out a stick, and I held it gingerly between my two fingers. Guilt swept over me like a wave as I fished my lighter out of my pocket. A small flame appeared as I activated my pocket lighter, my master's calls were screaming at me, practically driving me mad.
The calls ceased when I brought the stick to my lips, inhaling deeply. The guilt shifted to comfort, but as soon as it came it left. My lips parted and smoke leaked out; a single tear dripped down my face, exploding on the floor like a tiny water balloon. I was helpless, putty in my master's hands.
Suddenly, light streamed into the dark closet I was in as the door was pulled open. It was my best friend Lizzie, her blue eyes brimmed with tears of sadness and sorrow. I looked down in shame, for someone had found the hiding place of my secret.
"Abigail, give me the box," Lizzie said gently. "I can help you through this, you don't have to be alone."
I wiped my tears as I pulled out my cigarette box. I handed it to her, my friend wiping away my remaining tears as I did so. I felt hope spark in me, hope for breaking free from my master's tyranny. I might have a fighting chance.
Lizzie grabbed my hand, pulling me up. She and I walked through the halls, her hand resting on my shoulder. Her golden hair bounced as she walked, her emerald green eyes filled with determination. By brown curls bobbed at my shoulders as I listened to the steady rhythm of shoes clacking on the tiled floor. We approached a garbage can, its mouth yawning a hole into its cylinder shape.
"Abigail, it's time to say goodbye," Lizzie said, looking at me with pure determination. She handed me the box of cigarettes.
I smiled in relief, knowing I had someone to rely on. I said my parting words with my old comforter. "Goodbye, master," I said clearly and boldly, dropping the box of death into the trashcan. "Goodbye forever, you are no longer in control, 'master'," I whispered as Lizzie and I walked back to class, hand in hand. I knew I was going to be free from my master, and he wouldn't control me anymore, especially with Lizzie's help.
