Chapter 2

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Its been 3 weeks since I met Crawford and it's been the best 3 weeks of my life. I've spent almost everyday after school over at the Collins' house.

Their home is amazing and if your wondering who they is it's Crawford, Karisma, Kristen, and Chris, plus their parents they are a really great family. But their parents are hardly home so I spend most my time over at their house.

Because my parents are always traveling and I can only stand my sister for so long. Today it is a beautiful Friday for most but I had to put my dog that I've had for 15 years down.

So some of my old habits have came back last night I hardly slept any I hadnt eaten in a week because I knew this day was coming.

And sadly I started back smoking cigarettes and drinking. I wasn't proud of it but it helped me forget that my best friend was now gone.

My parents came back yesterday but then flew back out early this morning. I hurriedly took a shower and got dressed then left.

I drove to school and saw I still had 15 minutes left, so I pulled out my pack of cigarettes pulled out grabbed my lighter.

Cupped my hand around the flame and lit my cigarette about 3 minutes in to me blackening my lungs I hear a voice.

"What are you doing Madison?" - Crawford

"What does it look like im smoking" - Madison

"I can see that but why, you hate smoking with passion." - Crawford

"Because I want to its my life not yours, and you smoke yourself so why are you being a hypocrite?" - Madison

"I dont smoke because I like it I smoke because im addicted. And I don't want the same for you." - Crawford

"You know what Crawford screw off!" - Madison

"If that's what you want then I wont talk to you bye Madison" - Crawford

I was going to go after him but my cigarette wasn't done. I know that sounded terrible but thats how badly I needed this cigarette.

I needed every puff of this cancer stick, when I saw I had 5 minutes until school started I put out my cigarette. And walked into the school.

Crawford just kept giving me dirty looks and after a while I just couldn't take it. I asked to go to the bathroom.

But I didn't go to the bathroom I grabbed my bag and left. The rest of the day I just sat on my roof listening to music and smoking threw my pack of cigarettes.

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