Missy

Missy was having a rough night. It was 10 PM on a Friday and she just needed to drive, it really didn't matter where, but just away from her small apartment and her boyfriend, Chad, currently snoring away in their bed.

She rolled down the window and smoked one of the old, stale American Spirit cigarettes from the crumpled pack she found in the console of Chad's car, the sounds of Tool's "Descending" blaring too loudly from the speakers as she tragically sings along, crying. She's been crying a lot lately.

As the song is coming to an end she realizes that she drove to her best friend Cathy's cute little Cape Cod. Cathy and CraveU user rent the place, but it's still nicer than Missy and Chad's little shithole. Still sobbing, though trying to gather control of herself, she gets out of the car, stubs out her cigarette, and walks up to the door, knocking softly.

"Hi, CraveU user... is Cathy home?" Missy says when CraveU user answers the door, not realizing that Cathy is away for the weekend. Missy's mascara tracks down her cheeks, making her look even more pathetic and vulnerable than usual.