I can feel it run through my veins, rush through my head. I close my eyes and take it all in. Everything speeds up and never stops. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my eyes. I love the feeling of never slowing down. Everything seems to fade out; I don't have to think about anything but breathing. One isn't enough, two can work for awhile, three makes you fly, and four, well four is another story. I hold the strong frame in my hand; I can see the beautiful blonde smiling back at me. I blew the small grains of yellowish powder off the glass to get a better look. She's all I think about, she makes me do what I do, and she makes me scream. I sit beside the tub with the chopped straw in my hand. I know I shouldn't do this now, everyone is home. I love the risk with the rush. I tap the powder onto the glass, I lightly take the straw and chop the chunks and move it into a line. I finally lift the straw piece to my right nostril.

"Jackson what the hell is taking so long?" I heard Miley yell through the door.

"You have your own bathroom" I yelled

"I left my toothbrush" She retorted

"Give me a minute" I pleaded. I needed to finish what I started. I slowly got to my feet and felt the slight burn through my nasal cavity. It hit my brain like a ton of bricks. I placed the straw in my pocket as well as the frame. I bent over the sink and splashed cool water on my face. It tingled as it slid down my neck. My heart had a rhythm, a rhythm I want to dance to. I turned the faucet off and everything went blurry. I brushed my hair from my forehead as my eyes darted from corner to corner. What was I looking for? I didn't know. I took a last look in the mirror. The blood must have rushed to my eyes in seconds. I felt the beads of sweat run to my lips. I quickly turned the handle of the door and brushed past my sister with my head down. I made it to my room without running. I fumbled through the door and rushed to the dresser. I shoved the frame, my stash, and the straw to the back of the drawer. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and made it to my open window. I sparked a cigarette and took a deep drag. I was fascinated by the curls of smoke rolling through my lips and out the window. I looked far and saw the beach. I wanted to scream to the air. My hand shook as I tapped the ashes out of the window. My head was spinning. My heart lusted for more. I walked back to my dresser and grabbed everything. I sat down next to the window and tapped another line. I looked down at the face of the girl that drove me crazy. "She's too young for me" I thought as pleasure slipped into my body. I dusted the light yellow residue from my fingers and brought my knees to my chest. I took a drag from the cigarette I almost forgot about. I blew the smoke to the picture. "Why does she have to be so beautiful?" I thought as I rocked back and forth. I couldn't sit still any longer. I wanted to run, I couldn't think, I needed something. But what? I put the frame under my bed, the wrest in my pocket. No one can know what I do, what I've done. The door opened faster then I could turn my head. Shit I forgot to lock it.

"Get the fuck out of here Miley!" I screamed to the brunette

"Jackson dinners done and were you smoking in here?" she asked looking confused

"I'm not hungry" I spit as I wiped beads of sweat from my face

"I'm not going to tell dad about you smoking if that's why you're sweating" she said. The anger flooded in my veins and adrenalin pumped. I wanted to hurt her; I wanted to make her feel the pain that I do. She can see her everyday, she knows her, and she's her best friend.

"Get the fuck out" I said through gritted teeth as I slammed the door in her face. I smiled at my own little secret. If only Miley knew smoking wasn't my only addiction.


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