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I placed the neck of the whiskey bottle on my lips and tilted my head back. I sighed in relief, glad that I always had good ol' Jack Daniel to comfort me. "Rehab?" I thought out loud as my words slurred due to the intoxiacting whiskey. "Yea, rehab. We're worried about you, Kimmie." Kaleigh said as I rolled my glazed, green eyes at the words and scuffed under my breath. "As if you care, sister!" I spat grabbing the bottle next to me and taking another long sip of the whiskey. "You're right. I don't care. Honestly, if you were to leave, mom and dad would be happy." She said in an icy tone that made me shiver; but I had no intentions of being scared of her. "Whatever." I said with an irritated sigh as I pulled out the carton of cigarettes from beneath my bed. "Believe me Kimmie. I watch you continueously* putting this s**t in your system. All the time, I wonder if I'm going to end up like you. Alone and killing myself. I just..." She trailed off and slammed the door shut without sneaking a single look back at me. I knew she was angry but I was too obessed with trying to get out my cancer sticks so I could take a drag of nicotine. My body ached for the feeling of needles piercing my skin. They were my only escape in this twisted world and sadly I didn't have anymore clean needles. My glazed eyes stared lazily at the door as I slipped the cigarette between my lips and inhaled the smoke. I blew it out and played with my lip ring since I was deep in my own little world. My world where I was happy. A world where I was clean and didn't have any suicidal thoughts. I daydreamed often about things like that and often wondered if it was from the drugs, but that I will never know. I opened my eyes and hoped to see the world, but unfortuately I was still in my crummy room that smelt of stale liquor and cigarette smoke.