Sam runs her fingers through her hair. She sits on her bed. Her eyes are bloodshot from crying and from smoking. She sniffled.
She was tired she wanted to give up.
She sprayed perfume around her room making sure it didn't smell like smoke. She looked in her mirror and sighed.
She could hear everything, from the sound of the fan. The sounds that come from her foot rubbing against the bed.
She leaned back on the headboard and sighed once more. Was this her life now?
She slowly falls down against her bed and lays on her stomach. She closed her eyes trying to sleep but she could feel her heart beat, it was beating so fast it seemed like.
Was it the weed? Or was it the heartbreak? Or was it because the world was about to end?
