There Might Be More Smiles When The Smoke Clears

Chapter One

As the ash from Autumn's cigarette falls out the open window of Dr. Vivian Strom's office a clash of thunder and lightning breaks the silence. The shutters bang into the wall and the small women jumps and cringes at the sound.

Autumn laughs at the petite, white women and puts out her cigarette before throwing it out the window. She sits up straight on the dark green couch in the doctors office.

The room is pretty depressing. There's a desk in the corner by the door, some cheap pictures hanging on the wall, the couch Autumn is sitting in front of the window, a matching chair across from her seating Dr. Vivian, and a coffee table separating them. The lamp in the corner flickers as the pale women starts to talk.

"So um.. Autumn" she stutters "You're mothers pretty worried about you."

Autumn laughs another wicked laugh

"Please, tell me" she speaks again "Why is she so worried? What's your side of the story?"

"My story?" Autumn chuckles

"Yeah, you're story."

"Of course, my story. Are you sure you're ready to hear my story? Filled with drugs, self harm, emptiness, and everything else you can imagine.

"I-" Vivian gulps "I think I'm ready."

"Well then. Let me start from the beginning." Says Autumn with a smirk.