Random Stuff-I kinda changed gear here because I wanted to show smoking in this story. This is part one of two. Support the subtle fight against Domestic Violence and Abuse!

Disclaimer-I don't own Soul Eater

``````````````````````"There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people."```````````` `````````````````````````````````
````````````````````````````````````````~Muhammad Ali````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

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Inhale. Exhale. White fog.
Inhale. Exhale. White cloud.
Inhale. Exhale. Smoke.

It was a habit that I couldn't break. I don't remember when I started smoking or how old I was. I do remember why I was smoking and what it caused.

The first guy in my life gave me the cigarettes and told me to take them. He lit one up for me and another for himself. It was difficult at first because I kept coughing and he kept laughing.

Of course, I got use to it after a while and I smoke everyday whenever I could. I watched how the fog would fade away. How the smell would linger but the sight disappeared. I wanted to live like the smoke, where me and Patty would just disappeared. I wished for us to vanish into the air but that never happened. I had to keep watching the clouds escaping while we were trapped.

Every guy was impressed that I smoked but they wanted more then cigarettes. I was introduced to drugs. One of the drugs were similar to the cancer sticks but it was much worse. Worse for me only I thought. It made the stress go away, less worries, and I felt free. Free till I had to pay to get my hands on the drugs. I was trapped again.

I was pissed because my guys made me pay. Me and Patty didn't have amazing jobs that could pay for food, a home, or the drugs. We couldn't even received jobs because of our lack of eduction, social class, and the way we've lived. We resorted to a new method on getting money to survive. Stealing.

Patty and I were brilliant at stealing. People were afraid of guns so they didn't fight back. We were also a master at dodging others bullets and aiming with a gun. I wish I could say that money wasn't a problem anymore after that but that would be a lie. The money was spend on the drugs. The guys would also take away our money. When I got hit, Patty glared in anger but she knew she couldn't do anything. I wouldn't fight them and she couldn't fight without me. I let her watch me bleed.

I kept wanting the feeling of losing myself but it came with a high price. Sometimes we wouldn't eat just so I can get my hands on the drugs. Then I realized how thin we were becoming. Patty was thinner than she should have been and I've noticed that I was starving her. I dropped the drugs but I couldn't drop the cigarettes.

When I dropped the drugs we had more money so we were able to eat better for a while till my guy came and took all our money. I remember arguing with him. I remember being pushed and punched. I remember Patty screaming. She didn't want me to be hurt anymore but I was too stubborn to fight. She finally gave up on me. Patty knew I wouldn't fight so she did. She laughed throughout the whole time. Hysterically laughing.

Patty was unharmed because he was so shocked to fight back. He yelled at me and Patty. Yelling that were crazy. That we were maniacs. Afterwords he ran off but I couldn't hear his footsteps because all I could hear was Patty giggling. She looked up at me with a huge grin and was giggling some more. Her pupils were dilated and she was breathing hard yet she still had an insane grin and a laugh to match. I let her hands get covered with blood. I couldn't leave her alone like that so I grabbed her hand and grinned insanely back at her.

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If you think someone is being abused: Support their choices and tell them that you care and are concern. Don't judge their choices or pressure them.

Children with second-hand smoke exposure had a 10.6% chance of having ADHD. Children who had no exposure to second-hand smoke had about half of that chance, at 4.6%. ~http : / www. brighthub. com/ mental-health/ adhd-add/ articles/ 91250. aspx (Remove spaces)

Thank you all that are reading my story! It really means a lot to me but I want your comments.

Tell me how I can make it better or give me a situation that you would like to see for the fight against Domestic Violence and Abuse.