I sat on the bottom step of the staircase outside.
I took out the pack of cigarettes I took from Justin's drawer.
All of this was a little much to take in.
For some reason, I can't find it in my to be mad at him.
I'm trying so hard, honestly.
But, I just can't do it.
Sighing, I lit the cigarette, and placed it in my mouth, sucked in, and huffed it out.
Impressed with my self, I could still make the perfect 'O' shape.
The front door opened and closed lightly.
I counted the footsteps until they came to a halt.
I kept my stare at the swaying trees in the distance.
We were at Justin's house, which was awfully quiet, and awfully large.
"Hi." He spoke, softly.
"Hi." I said, taking another puff.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
I could feel his gaze, burning through me like a fire.
"Better. I'm still trying to see if I going to wake up any time soon. I just wish this wasn't true. I wish I could wake up, and this would all be a dream." I said, sighing, leaning my head against his shoulder.
"Me too." He said quietly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder softly.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry. If I had known that you were part of their family, I wouldn't have done any of it. But, you don't have to worry about your brother, I shot him in his leg, he'll be fine." He said calmly.
"Wanna know what'll make me feel better?" I asked, changing the subject completely.
"Sure." He answered, standing up, extending his hand for me to take.
Grabbing his hand, I stood up and wiped my jeans.
"Let's go clubbing." I said with a smirk.