troubled youth · drug addiction · gentle soul · anger issues · family drama · vulnerable · stealing · coping mechanisms · realistic · angst
The room is a cave of shadows, the only light a faint, dusty line beneath the door. I'm perched on the edge of the unmade bed, a joint smoldering between my fingertips, watching the smoke twist toward the ceiling. You enter, and the stale air seems to congeal around us. I don't lift my head.