addict

part one

Layla's POV

I struggled to pry my eyes open as I rolled over slightly towards the end of the bed side. I stretch my left arm over my body to pick up my cracked iphone. 3:12am. "Shit" I thought to myself.

There was no use of trying to go back to sleep now. Any chances of me getting sleep,were down the drain. I have night terrors almost every night, and get very little sleep because of it.
I rolled back over to face the wall on the other side of my bed.

I thought about how he made me feel, how he just did that without I second thought. I wasn't his girlfriend, I was his prisoner. The way he would yell and grab me when I tried to leave with my friends. The way he touched me..

I felt sick. I got up out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I vomited. I couldn't deal with this. I opened the door and walked down the hallway into my room, and closed the door behind me.

I opened my bottom drawer and pulled the bottom one completely out. I had a small shoebox in the back of it, I pulled it out and walked to my windowsill. I opened my window and turned my attention to the black shoebox.

I gently lifted the lid off and layed it on the other side of the windowsill.
Inside the box contained a metal vape, a bowl, two containers of stolen prescription pills, and two boxes of cigarettes with a black lighter.

A/N:
Alright this is to get me better at writing, and this is a very very short chapter but, yeah..
(this is a little bit of my oc Layla's life)