I left my house and walked to the park. My shaky hands took out the pack of cigarettes. Only one left. I tried to light it but the lighter wouldn't ignite the flame. I tried multiple times before throwing the empty lighter and tore up the cancer stick
I bolted back to my house and slammed open the door. I walked over to the mirror handing in the dining room and looked at my own reflection.
Monster.
Anger clouded my mind and I smashed the glass,"FUCK EVERYTHING!" I kicked over chairs and flipped the table. I panted heavily as I looked at all the destruction that I had caused. I slid down the wall. The cigarettes aren't working. My substitute is dead.
I'm as good as dead.