My fear subsided as there was a chance for redemption and time. I left the hospital and headed to my friends’ house. Pulling the cigarette out of my back pocket I lit up. Feeling the smoke fill my lungs and slow, steady release I felt center. After all, there was time to change and be better but not today not right now. My friend and I sat in front of her television watching shows and drinking vodka and soda so as to conceal in case anyone were to walk in. I was laughing at something on television when another message popped on my iPhone “I’m coming to get you be outside”. Something was wrong thinking maybe my mom found my cigarettes that I kept hidden or maybe something happened at the house. I drained my glass and headed for the