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Peer pressure.

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03:54am | Jun 15, '10 | Public

This is it.

Peer pressure?
Peer pressure; it’s like that smoke that someone offered you that you brilliantly accepted.
Surprise… surprise. Guess what genius?
You got addicted.
Now look at you: laying on your deathbed, waiting for sound to fade, your breathing to quiet, and your sight to dispel. You must have seen this coming. You learned about this in school. “Don’t do drugs. They’re bad for you.” Well, no shit Sherlock, maybe you should have listened instead of doodling little cutesy hearts all over your homework page because the ‘new kid’ was totally ‘in’ which meant he was obviously cool. God… Listen to yourself. You’re such a disaster!
You grew up completely fine. Perfect family, who gave you everything and anything you wanted. Perfect grades in junior high… until that day. Until the day you welcomed that cancer stick into your hand, and took that first puff of white smog and let it engulf the inside of your body, slowly butchering your lungs, which is why you’re in this eerie hospital room. Surrounded by flavorless walls the colour of sugar-without-the-sweetness, the fluorescent lights beam across your face giving off that sick-hospital ‘sensation’… or lack there of. You didn’t need this to happen to you… especially not at such a young age. Look at all these people who will miss you: Your mother, your father, your little sister.
Your sister has always looked up to you and took you as role model. But she knew better. She knew that cancer sticks didn’t do anyone any good. Remember how she begged you to stop? Remember? She wanted her big sister to be her old self again. The one that used to play with her all the time, take her places… laugh with her. Be a family again. Not this monster who would throw her out of the way when she’d beg for you to not go out with your party friends just this one night.
Even though you ended this life with a bad relationship with almost everyone – except those brainless fools that got you sucked into this enslavement to cigarettes, your little sister will always remember the good things about you and push out all those screaming memories of the recent past.
Your mother - All she was… was being there for you. She gave you life, and you returned to her with evil. If you pay close attention, you will notice those two words have something in common. She always had big hopes for her baby girl to grow up and have a very successful life filled with everything you had ever deserved. But honestly, after your addiction, how much do you actually deserve? You called upon death, and it came to you. She spends each dreadful night sitting on her living room sofa thinking about you lying motionless in that god-forsaken hospital wishing she could have done that extra thing to keep you happy enough to second guess your decision to throw your life away. She knows she failed her own daughter, and it tears her heart apart.
Your father was probably the most amazing person you ever knew. Some how, you could talk to him about anything, and he’d always understand you. He was your ‘daddy’. The only boy, when you were younger, who didn’t have ‘cooties’. He loved you. More than you would probably even know. But, I guess you’ll never find out now, will you?
Your boyfriend - He was probably the best boyfriend any girl could ever ask for. You and he were as close as cigarettes and tobacco, completely meant for each other, and addictive. Remember your first kiss? You and he had a bond that could never be broken. You were in love. He was only looking out what was for the best for you when he told you to give up the smokes. He told you to do it for him. Why didn’t you listen to him? Each time you took a puff, it tore off another piece of his heart. You were breaking his heart, and you acted like you didn’t even care. Selfish bitch. He cries every night because the thought of his one love in the verge of death has torn him apart. Inside and out.

Now listen. It’s as plain and simple as this. You have five seconds to live. Take your last look through these broken eyes. Hear your last, the cries of your loved ones around you wishing for a miracle that things could go back to how they were before all this shit. Just wait… 5…4…3…2…1.