kiara knew the path of addiction was a slippery slope, from her trips in and out of rehab, to the overdose seven years ago - - she swore sheâd never go back to that point in her life. but ever since sheâd broken her sobriety a year ago, sheâd justify it as just a drink here or there - as long as it didnât spread to drug use ⊠sheâd be fine. that changed last night when she went to the bar with some of her coworkers, sheâd gotten pretty intoxicated and decided to smoke. she justified her actions there as it was harmless, nobody ever got addicted, nobody has ever overdosed and it would just be one night. she crashed at a friends house that night, and now, she was sat on the subway home⊠makeup smudged from the night before, a pounding hangover, and a stained baggy t-shirt. she was on a walk of shame, but not one diverged from a shitty one-night-stand - - no, this was much worse. in her waking sobriety, the reflections of her actions burned in her head as she scrolled through her snapchat memories. feeling nauseous of her actions - - or was that the hangover? ââŠyou ever think that theres no heaven or hell, but instead, our actions put us in those places on earth. as like, a karma thing?â she posed to the person in the closest seat to her. âbecause, i really feel like iâm in my own personal circle of hell. but thatâs dumb, right?â she rubbed her tired eyes, sending another streak of worn off mascara down her under eye.Â