As she walked into the room the overwhelming dense clouds of smoke seemed to almost suffocate her and her best friend, Tristan. There was insanely loud music playing from an antique record player that she knew was there, yet could not see at the moment. Coughing, she began to wave her arms around to try and clear the smoke, hoping she would find something to focus on. "Guys!?" She called. "Hello?" Hearing a gentle wheezing cough from the back of the room she called out, "Hey!"

No one answers. She thought to herself "I know there is someone here." After almost tumbling over a chair, she decided to sit down.

Sniff, sniff.
"I hate that smell."
The smoke began to clear and she realized that all of the expected guests were there. Burnouts 1-6 were all accounted for, along with their trusty paraphernalia. They seemed to be nearly deceased as they practically melted into their seats. All they ever did was melt.

She leaned to the friend who had accompanied her to the apartment, "Why are we here, again?" Tristan replied "I don't know."
She couldn't figure out why she was still acquainted with these people. It had been years of a hate and love relationship with every single one of them. Back and forth and back and forth. Maybe it was the comfort of having the same friends for years, whether they brought her down or not, or maybe it was the fact that her self esteem had taken a major fall within the last year and she didn't think she could do any better. Either way, she was fed up and confused as to why she hungout with most of these people.

"Do it, Dylan."
Here comes the peer pressure.
"No, you know I don't do that." Dylan replied.
"Yeah, you NEVER do, so why not just for the hell of it?! It'll be fun! I've always wanted to see you get lifted!"
They try their hardest to suck anyone they can into this cycle.
Everyone began to chime in.
"C'mon, Dylan! It'll be cool."
Dylan refused repeatedly but, evidently, "no" just doesn't mean "no" these days,.
"Fine, if you wont do it. We will do it for you."
The next thing Dylan knew, she was being engulfed by numerous clouds of smoke surrounding her from every direction. "Stop!" was her response, but laughter was their only reply. Tristan was sitting beside her and began to protest, but was soon almost asphyxiated by the haze, as well. Almost simultaneously they began to cough and they could not make it stop. They could never make any of this stop. The people they once knew had now replaced them with a false sense of reality which was getting them nowhere fast.
"I am so much better than this." Thought Dylan.

"Let's get out of here." Tristan suggested.
"Out of the apartment or out of town?" Questioned Dylan.
"Out of this routine."


Waste.
Save us.