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When my trust went up in smoke

March 6, 2019
By jane_austen SILVER, New York, New York
jane_austen SILVER, New York, New York
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Except for the quiet talking of my parents in the kitchen, I hear a pattern of a clicking rhythm and exhales behind the hollow wooden guest room door. I wrap my fingers around the door knob and twist my wrist, but it does not budge. I knock on the door and Gigi says she is coming. I hear a drawer closing. The lock clicks open and I see my cousin with a wide smile on her face. “Why was the door locked?”, I ask with a ruched frown. “Oh sorry, it’s just a habit! Do you want to go to Shake Shack for lunch?”, she places her hand on my shoulder and slowly pushes me out of the narrow doorway.
Putting pressure on my finger, I squeeze my paper cut closed as I walk over to the guest suite. I open the bottom drawer of the nightstand and lined up neatly side by side are several plastic boxes of the same size. I begin to open them in search of a Band-Aid when I come across three small black and green plastic squares tucked underneath the smallest box. Gigi comes into the room and frantically slams the drawer shut. “What are you looking for? ”, she asks with a tight smile. Her hand still on the drawer she tilts her head right waiting for my answer. “Never mind”, I mumble under my breath. I run to my room and my eyes sting a bit as I fling my laptop open. My fingers tremble ever so slightly as I type the word “juul pods” into Google as quickly as possible. I click on images, and there were the black and green squares, identical to the ones I had held in between my fingers. My head pounds frantically in confusion. I read the articles filled with terrorizing statistics about the new epidemic: vaping. I rub my tears off with the corner of my sleeve and walk back over to Gigi’s room. “What are the plastic squares you’re hiding in the drawer?!” I shout at her. “I have no clue what you are talking about!” she responds with her eyebrows perked up. “They are juul pods aren’t they, why do you have them?” Gigi continues her act of innocence, “stop accusing me for something I didn’t do! You know I don’t smoke, and I certainly don’t juul!”. I start to stomp out of the room when Gigi grabs me by the arm, “don’t tell lies about me to your parents ”. I feel her clammy fingers wrapped around my thin and bony arm. She gives me a tight squeeze.
The long table in our kitchen, whose job is to hold unfinished homework, half opened mail, or simmering dishes, is surrounded by various faces. My mother and father wear oblivious smiles as they enjoy their meal. I hold a tight grin, barely opening my mouth except to clench my teeth around the shining silver fork piled with tasteless food. Gigi’s long brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail so tightly that her scalp is pulled back and no strands have the freedom to dangle around. Her eyes glance up every so often and pierce mine with confidence and power. Saintly as she appears, Gigi helps my mother finish washing the dishes after dinner. “May I be excused for a moment”, she asks as mom heads to the media room. “Of course”, my mother replies ever so kindly. A few seconds later my chair scrapes against the scratched marble tiles that cover the surface of the floor, as I stretch my forearms away from the glass table. “Be right back”, I slip away and tip toe towards the guest room where Gigi was staying. The tips of my fingers lock in place as I tuck my loose hair behind my right ear and listen in on the door. Again the clicking rhythm fills the silence as my heart begins to pound at the same rapid beat.
 The door creaks open and I pop my head into the side of the doorway. The room is pitch black except for the bright lights of the skyscrapers of New York City that tower the minions living inside them. Another small light shines. Once more I hear the pattern of a clicking rhythm and exhales accompanied by a small spark illuminating a black stick with every click, and a cloud of white smoke coming out of Gigi’s lips. There it was. The sight that I never expected to see, and one that I had dreaded my whole life; a family member whom I loved and trusted had succumbed to the epidemic.

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