These days, the outside world barely grazed his periphery. This went beyond numbness, beyond shock. This was the bottom of the ocean, miles below any memory of sunshine. In a swirling vortex of bordello debutantes and multi-colored pills that fell like confetti, there were no surprises anymore. Shock value was extinct. Trenton was so agonizingly bored with the people in Manhattan. His supposed friends and girlfriends and dealers. Enduring a conversation was agony. In comparison to what happened on a daily basis in this apartment building, the outside world was a joke. He could probably witness an overdose now without looking up from his cheerios. Play second fiddle to a drive-by without a sweat. Or maybe this building was the joke. Or maybe he was just too high.
Trenton blinked with a grimace, crawling loose from that strange tangle of thoughts while stamping his blunt out in a nearby ashtray. In every corner of this penthouse he saw the shadows of some memory that wouldn't leave. Whether it was Shiloh or Aaron or Boyd or a big fucking knife. He just closed his eyes against all of it and rested his head back against the plush cushion of his white couch. Inhale.
He didn't fall asleep, but it was that strange tightwire walk between awareness and lulling darkness. He could hear the hum of his AC. He could hear wind whipping softly against these high rise windows. He could hear his heart, constantly, constantly prattling on. He could feel the couch's base at his back, although it felt firmer somehow than before. He shifted but found no comfort with any adjustment and on a sallow sigh, he opened his bloodshot eyes.
This was not his penthouse. The white was incredibly, annoyingly bright and Trenton frowned, squinting against it. There were other people here, but on first glance he did not recognize them. Pressing his hands into his eyes, Trenton remained seated on the floor, his back against one of the white walls, wearing expensively distressed jeans and a tee shirt that explained in bold, black print that "DISCO'S NOT DEAD".
"Ugh, what the fuck.."
Right now, he really, really wished he was just too high. But through his time in this building, he knew that wasn't the answer. Trenton just grimaced and kept his face buried in his hands, wishing more than anything that he'd been unknowingly dosed with acid.