Shhhh. Everything will be okay after this. It's just a simple sip and swallow, I said to myself.
It was a Monday morning. I had woken up from a nightmare like I did most nights.
As I got out of bed I turned my head to look at myself in the mirror. I turn back with disgust. And I make my way towards my bedroom door.
As I come in to the hallway I see my brother is in his room, as he always is doing who knows what kind of drug. As I walk in his room to say good morning I see that he was still asleep but with a lit joint in his hand. I put it out and leave like I had never seen anything.
As I make my way down stairs I am greeted with the yelling of my parents at me and at Each other.
It's always the same old thing..
"Pick up your shit and get out"
Or
"You never do this or that for me there for I don't need you!"
This stuff doesn't really faze me much anymore it's just when they start saying that stuff to me is when I get a little Skeptical.
