EXCERPT Once outside, I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit it. Inhaling the rich taste of nicotine and menthol into my lungs, I felt myself calm. Closing my eyes, I thought of the night I gained the scar on my right wrist. It had been a year ago. “I’m such a fuck up.” My voice had cracked when the words came out. “So change…” Eva’s words echoed through my mind. I had changed. I’d taken her advice and checked into rehab. No one knew besides her and Scott; I’d kept it a secret. I’d even kept my failed attempt at suicide a secret. I’d been sober now for a year, and had been slowly working my way back to becoming someone my parents would have been proud of. Hearing Scott say those words to me today had meant more than he would ever know. Taking a drag off… Read more »
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