Enya has just woken up. She doesn't know where she is, but she's found her now cracked phone between her legs. 4% battery and 18 missed calls. Her legs and feet are both covered in dried blood and she can feel sores on both sets of lips. She feels absolutely fucking mental and can't see straight.
She looks around, she's on a soiled bean bag, which smells of her own piss, in a room empty except for scattered drug paraphernalia, empty beer cans and a couple of other passed out individuals, of whom she can't identify the gender.
The last thing she remembers is falling up some stairs. She realises it's gone four and she's missed her abortion appointment. She attempts to lift her head, but her effort is futile. This is going to be a tough ride, but then in a moment of clarity she notices a baggy with a pinch of weed in it. Finally she has an incentive to move...