22 May 2012
Sitting in her dark closet, smoke enveloping her, she let out a sigh and leaned her head back against the wall. It was well past midnight and she couldn't sleep yet again.
She was frustrated that her mother's breast cancer continued to flip flop. Sometimes things where finally looking up, only later to flare up again. The medication that her mother was taking made her drowsy and moody, ultimately affecting the atmosphere of the house. It was tiring to be home, but with the dope, things became a little more bearable.
The girl added more weed to the elephant-shaped bong and lit it, inhaling through the animal's trunk. She inhaled until the smoke burned the back of her throat, and then exhaled out through her nose, causing the burning sensation to travel. She sat quietly, eyes stinging from the smoke, listening to her own breath. As the smoke faded away, she lit up again and inhaled.
Then she heard a thud.
She crawled out of the closet and slid the door shut, and walked over to her window in her dark room. She looked out below, and as expected there stood her friend, waving up at her. She motioned for her friend to wait a minute, and the girl kneeled down into the closet, throwing her stash inside her bag before heading for her door. She descended the stairs, being sure to keep quiet as to not wake up the dog. Then she headed toward the back door, slowly easing it open. She met up with her friend near the swings in the backyard, and together they slipped into the woods for another adventure.
High Crimes, Low Times • Opuss № I