The Demons Inside Part 4 "Please come back to the school, everything will be okay" I told her. She looked at me with pleading eyes, "skip with me. Theres only two classes left, come on. Like you want to be there anyways!" I looked at her then back towards the school. I hadnt skipped school in a long time and I knew this was a bad idea but part of me knew she wasnt going to go back. I didnt want her to be alone, she might do something stupid. "This one time,'' I replied. She gave me a small smile and nodded her head. I followed her through the woods for a few minutes then I couldnt help but wonder where we were going. "Isnt there a highway on the other side?" she asked. I stopped walking and broke into a fit of laughter, "we're going the wrong way." She looked back at me and frowned, "I knew that." I almost tripped because I kept laughing as we walked the other way. Just thinking of the look on her face when I told her she was wrong cracked me up every time. We came out at the highway finally and she started to run across it. I stopped and watched, then quickly glanced both ways and followed behind her. We headed into a more rough part of town but she didnt seem at all moved by it. "Mind if we stop by my house real quick, no ones there?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and we continued down the street. I tried to pay close attention to the street names so just in case something happened I would know where to go. We passed a few beaten up houses then she opened a chain gate and we stepped into a yard. I looked up at the small yellow house, the paint fading and peeling off parts of it. There were sheets in all the windows and bars covering the outside of them, it was a little unnerving but part of me was happy it wasnt a perfect house. She opened the screen door and we stepped inside. I could instantly smell the cigarettes that penetrated the air in the house, ive always hated that smell. There were two brown couches, a small table, and a tv in the living room. "Just sit down, ill be right back,'' she said. I went over to one of the couches and sat down then waited for her. As I looked around the room I noticed a little white dog was laying under the table looking at me. I reached out and whistled to it, but it didnt move. For a moment we just stared at each other. She came back into the room and I got up and followed her to the kitchen. "You want anything?" she asked. I shook my head no. She leaned over the sink and opened a small window that was above it, then she jumped up onto the counter and sat there. I took a seat at the table and watched her. There was something in her hand, she lifted it to her face and I realized it was a cigarette. "So, what exactly is your name?" I asked her. She took a long drag and looked at me, then slowly the smoke flooded from her mouth, "Sarah." A few minutes went by and I noticed the smoke smelled sweet, "Sarah.. are you smoking weed?" She let out a small giggle and nodded yes, then held out her blunt to me. I shook my head no. "Oh come on.. try it!" she pleaded. "You dont understand.. I cant do this,'' I told her. But I could feel it, that temptation so deep inside of me, that need I used to have was coming back. The old me wanted it and it wanted it bad. She jumped from the counter and leaned down in front of me then took another long drag. Her lips were so close to mine, our eyes held the entire time. Then slowly she blew the smoke toward my mouth. I held my lips together, but I couldnt take it anymore. I felt them begin to part and I breathed in the sweet smoke. My eyes closed and I held it until I felt a small cough rising in me, then I blew the smoke out. When I opened my eyes she was holding the blunt out to me, this time I took it. It touched my lips and I felt the tingle rip through my body as I inhaled the smoke again. "You've done this before,'' she smiled. We shotgunned the smoke again, her head leaned back and she blew it out. She took my hand and pulled me from the chair, down the hall, and into her room. We laid on the bed and passed the weed between us until it was gone. My mind was foggy, it had been a while since I smoked. She giggled again and went to stand up, "we have to go come on."