I sit impatiently waiting for my blunt to light.
I stick it between my lips, and inhale.
It's mostly therapy for me...but also an addiction.
"why are you awake?"
I turned around slowly, and saw Olivia.
"Liv I can expl-"
"God dammit, Emma! You fucking promised to stop!"
"I'm sorry". And truthfully i was.
She rolls her eyes, grabs the sizzling blunt, throws it, and stomps on it.
Olivia walks away before she turned around and says "touch it again. I dare you, Emma."
I cry.
Fall to my knees, and start sobbing.
"come here" she says.
I get up and hug her.
"Please get help."
I wipe my tears, sniffle one last time, and walk back and say,
"no liv."
