Disastrous Delicacies

Prologue

As Nina puffed out a breath of musty, stale scented smoke, her mind cleared. Her lungs felt relieved and her body felt strangely refreshed. Her body cooled and she felt soothed by the familiar puff of smoke in front of her eyes.
She sighed as she thought about her mom and her friend, Artemis, they would be so disappointed if they knew she has been smoking for 5 years, since she was 12. They were the only important people in her life, more like the only people in her life. Her mom hates her for self harming and starving herself, and Artemis doesn't even care
She grabbed hold of her 3rd cigarette for the morning, she put the lighter up to the end of the cigarette and let it catch fire. The fire danced as it held onto the cigarette. She put it up to her lips, inhaled, and puffed it out. Her freezing breath mixed with the smoke of the cigarette. Again, she could never get enough of that familiar cooling sensation of the cylinder that destroyed her life, but is also holding it together.
She laid her head back on the weaved chair and looked up at the faded morning moon, then she looked at the rising sun. She's always loved the feeling of the morning air against her skin and her lungs, almost better than a cigarette.
Nina bent her legs so that she could feel her thigh gap, she stared at the approximately 2 inch gap and smiled, I've come so far since last year, she thought.
Nina wrapped her weak, fragile hands around her pink, patterned mug. She pressed the warm cup to her lips, and sipped her fresh tea, made only ten minutes prior. Nina consistently drinks green tea throughout the day 24/7. She appreciated the hovering steam of the warm, half-drunken, rustic colored green tea. She loved the natural flavour to it. She has always loved nature. Nina has always appreciated the beauty in it.
She checked her phone, 5:39 am. Crap. She pushed her cig to her pastel ash tray she got from Etsy and cleaned it up. She then took her glass of water and swished it around her mouth to conceal the faint smell of cigarette that lingered in her breath. She put her cigarettes in her backpack so she could smoke the rest of the day whenever she was outside and alone. She slowly stood up and sighed, just another day of hell.
Nina pulled back her shoulder length, short, pink hair into a small pony-tail. She opened the sliding door that led inside. She picked up her backpack and flute case and headed to the bus stop.