and I kept smoking

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The taste of the cigarette made me want to vomit. The way the nicotine made my fingers shake made me want to vomit. The beer in the pit of my stomach made me want to vomit. Everything about her made me want to puke on the fucking lawn.

Smoke hung in the air around me. Smoke burned my throat. Smoke stung my eyes. Smoke dried out my mouth. I regretted the cigarette, and I kept smoking.

I should’ve stayed home. I should’ve avoided the party. I should’ve had more beer. I should’ve had vodka. I should’ve never looked her way.

There was a room upstairs, and it stunk of sweat. There was a room downstairs, and it stunk of weed. She sat on the couch, and she stunk of alcohol. I sat on the grass outside, and I stunk of tobacco. I hated it all.

She came out with John and Abigail. I hated John. I hated Abigail. I hated her. I hated myself. I hated everyone.

“Since when do you smoke?” I looked away. “Are you okay?” I tapped hot ash onto my arm. “Why are you doing that to yourself?”

“You’re a deceitful bitch.” She looked away. “I’m your fucking ash tray.” Abigail took her arm. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Her lies hung in the air around me. The words burned my throat. Tears stung my eyes. Fury dried out my mouth. I regretted her, and I kept smoking.

I wanted to puke on the fucking lawn.

• Breath of Fresh Air?

  by blamninja1

  Posted Oct 10, 2009
  +8
  This piece was just bursting out the seams with anger. Your MC has a lot of shit happening in his life; albeit a lot of substance and relationship abuse that make him want to puke on the lawn. I like the last few lines of this, they made the story a lot more pertinent;
  '“Since when do you ... (read more)

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