Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

It was because of thoughts like these, and fucked-up nights like the current one, that when Shane Holland, a lad a few years above me at BCS, offered me my first hit from a joint in fifth class, I took it. When he promised that it would relax my racing mind and help me sleep, I sucked that shit so deep into my lungs that I almost choked myself in the process. And do you know what happened? It worked. I went home that night and slept like a baby, blissfully unaware of anything outside my locked bedroom door. After my first night of unbroken sleep in years, I was instantly converted and decided that weed was for me. After a smoke, I could relax better than I’d ever been able to. I could close my eyes at night and not hear her in my head. I had peace.