Cigarettes on Cigarettes

A Story by Katerina Grev

Not condoning smoking, I don't even smoke

A yawn exists my mouth as I rub my eyes a bit too harsh. The clock shone the time. 3:47 AM. I sighed and tore the blanket away from my legs. There was no way I'd be able to go back to sleep, I've been turning and tossing all night. I grab a pack of cigarettes and sit on my porch, feeling the cold December air hit my face. Lighting what I knew would only speed up my inevitable destination, I reflected on what my life had become. We all promised adults and ourselves when we were kids that we would never do drugs or drink alcohol. But ten year old me didn't know what problems life would throw my way when I grew up. Ten year old me didn't know what heartbreak is, what feeling too much and nothing all at once is like, ten year old me never faced a problem that needed the comfort of a bottle. I flicked the ashes and sighed at the simplicity that came with youth. A child grown up too fast, I wished to be able to go back to what used to be. But as my cigarette and the night came to an end, my early maturity knew things didn't work like that.

© 2017 Katerina Grev

Author's Note

Most of my stories are unfinished because I feel like all stories are kind of unfinished, there's no real end to something. Please give me feedback, I'd love it!