a year ago today, your dad let you move in with him to manage your substance abuse. but now, you’re almost a year clean!

but today, you’re sitting in your room, alone, and you get the urge to use. you find an old stash from when you moved in. you keep telling yourself one hit won’t hurt, right?.

an hour later, you’re laying in the ground, staring at the ceiling, high out of your mind, when your dad gets home. he sees you on the ground and sighs

“sit up, kiddo.”