Chapter 17
Jeremy
I flip the lighter in my hand. I light the cigarette I have in my mouth. I inhale take out the cigarette and exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
When I first started smoking, I coughed so much. I thought I would cough out my lungs. But after a while, when I got used to it, I stopped coughing and enjoyed it. I'm not saying that I enjoy smoking, I know that I'm not supposed to, but I don't care, it helps with the anxiety. And so does the liquid.
I take up my flask and drink. The liquid burns my throat on it's way down, but it makes me feel damn good. If I had known this earlier I would not have become the goody-goody boy I was. My mother hasn't been all that kind, when she thinks that we've done something wrong she beats us. Boys in me and my brother's situation don
