Day One:
I walked out to the curb in front of Jayden's house. As I sat down, I was greeted by the cold December wind. I pulled my jacket closer around me, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my pack of cancer sticks along with my lighter. When I reached up to put the cigarette to my lips, I stopped, thinking.
Ten days. Ten days since he left, ten days since I had last been completely sober. I laughed as I lit the tar filled stick, taking in a deep breath of the intoxicating smoke. Letting it mingle with the sour aftertaste of the Vodka I had consumed last night, I held my breath for ten seconds. One for each day I had been alone. I exhaled in one swift breath and sat there, watching, intrigued as the smoke drifted off into the air and disappeared.
Taking another drag, I was startled when someone tapped me on the back. Coughing, I dropped my cigarette and burned my hand. After calming myself, I put my injured hand in my mouth, sucking on the wound. I looked up, finding a flustered Jayden standing behind me, his hand still placed gently on my shoulder.
"You shouldn't smoke, you know its bad for you Zane." he said sternly, sitting down next to me and casually draping his arm around my neck. I scoffed.
"How many times have you told me this, Jayden? It's the same with the drinking. 'Its not good for you' Has it ever stopped me before?"
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