Michael Huffed, His eyes tired. He hadn’t gotten sleep since the incident with his brother, Evan. He sat there, helpless, his eyes lifeless. He stared at the floor, puffing out smoke from his mouth, dropping his cig to the floor.

“I can’t keep doing this to myself,”

He huffed, tilting his head up, his eyes closing slowly. And there you were; standing across the street, seeing this seventeen year old boy absolutely out of it. He coughed up a storm from his smoke.

”AGH! Godamnit!”