Affliction

Puff Away

"Jan!" Evan called.

Sweat covered my palms. My breath was quick and heavy. Evan sat up hovering over me, with worry in his eyes.

"Wha-What?" I sat up.

His green eyes met mine.

"Babe, you were screaming and crying in your sleep." His sighed.

"I-I had a nightmare." I let the tears fall freely down my face. I kept shaking vigorously. "I just want someone to listen to me!"

Sweat and tears dripped down my face. Evan took my hand.

"Talk to me, baby."

• • •
Evan's P.O.V

"Fourth period. By the bench outside?" She asked again. Even though she's annoying, I love how cute she's being. At a time like this, she just needs comfort.

"Of course, Jan. I'll be there." My arms circled around her waist instinctively, pecking her cheek.

"Yay." She quietly cheered.

Amelia's P.O.V

I felt the smoky sensation fill my lungs and linger around in my chest.

This is the answer I've been looking for. Feeling depressed and lonely, doesn't happen anymore. I kicked my foot against the wall of the school, leaning against it, inhaling deeply.

I smiled.

Every chance I get, lighting a cigar is the first thing that pops into my mind. Ever since I started smoking, I've been feeling more.. care free. I haven't been home in a while, I haven't been eating. I'm hooked on these.

"Amelia, where have you been?" My mother would ask.

"Over at Jan's, finishing up some homework, that's all." I would respond, head outside, light one and do my thing, splash on some perfume, and do the same about every 30 minutes.

I don't know how my mother would react. My father died when I was 14, heart attack.

Not feeling pleased yet, I threw the cigarette on the ground.

Then, lit another one.

"Puff away..." My conscious me.