I can feel the cigarette smoke burning in my system. A sense if ease washed over me. I want to be angry but the nicotine is preventing it. I want to scream and yell, but i'm collective and calm. I want to regret putting it in my mouth, but the rebellious side is overjoyed that I did something my parents didn't like or approve of. I know that the smoke is bad for me, but i love the feeling, yet I don't because it is slowly killing me and making me slower than I usually am. Should I continue this rebellion or do I quit cold turkey? I haven't had a smoke till I was young, and I can feel my body giving in to the feeling. I think I made a mistake.
I can taste the cigarette on my lips and the smell in my nose. It surrounds me like a warm blanket in the winter. It seems natural, but the burning in my chest cannot be forgotten.
