The air was cool against Ella's skin as she got out of the shower. She had opted for a cold shower this afternoon to help her wake up. In a rush, she dried off and got dressed. Stepping out of the door, she was pleased to note some of the partiers had managed to leave by there own power. Though she was not sure if there being less people to step on in the process of getting to her room was a good thing or not.

Opening the door to Mel's and her bedroom, she noticed the other girl staring at the celling. Ella was tempted to walk away right then, but forced herself not to. "You know that can kill you?" She said walking into the room and shut the door behind her. She dumped her dirty cloths in one bag, and pulled out a sketch pad and pack of art stuff from another.

Ella sat down on her bed and began to draw the concert form last night. After s few seconds she stopped and looked at Mel. "You don't like me do you?" She tried to ask in a flat vioce, but some sadness crept through. Turning her head, she went back to drawing, pulling out a color pencil. "I mean why should you?"

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
-Friedrich Nietzsche