She easily got a room because the man at the front desk was exhausted that late at night & didn’t bother to notice how young she was. She just paid him money & he gave her a key. Her room was torn up & trashed, & it sadly reminded her of her own life. The wallpaper had long strips missing, the window had a big crack in it, feathers were coming out of some of the pillow, and the bathroom was just as disgusting as humanly possible. However none of these things seemed to bother her. Back at her house, where her family would be frantically searching for her, everything was nice and clean and kept in it’s place. And yet this cheap filthy hotel room relieved or more than her old home. This hotel room has a foul smell that seemed intoxicating. But the only intoxication she’d ever felt was at her house. Despite all the nice things she had there, the furniture, her family. Depsite all the things that filled the house, it still felt hollow and empty to her now that he was gone. The emptiness intoxicated her the most.