I woke up a while later in Crawford's bed, naked, like usual. I sighed and shook my head. Horny perverts, no matter where I went, surrounded me. I crawled out of the bed and rubbed my backside. Great, it was wet in there. It was a little obvious what he had done...

I groaned miserably as I realized how much it hurt. The least they could do would make it so I wouldn't hurt afterwards. It wasn't too much to ask for, was it? Being a free whore that was passed around was really becoming bothersome.

I leaned over to look at the clock and decided to go try and find out who I was again. I knew that I would be unsuccessful but it was still worth a try.

As I crawled out of the bed I saw a bowl of ramen sitting on the nightstand and clenched onto my head. I saw that boy who had said he was my friend leaning over me and kissing me. My eyes widened slightly when I realized that I wasn't able to remember him as a rapist either. Then that would mean that...

Yeah right. I'm not aloud to have boyfriends and never was as long as I can remember. I might as well forget having a girlfriend. Schuldig told me I was too pretty to even think about getting one of those. I suppose he was right. Not only was I too feminine looking, but also I wasn't exactly interested in females very much anyway. That was probably because I never really spent any time near any of them.

I grunted out of pain as I slowly slipped on clothes so I could make it to my bedroom with out being molested. I sighed as I thought about my recent ramen memory. The boy had moved it out of my lap using some unseen force. Maybe he was a telekinetic? That would explain how Schuldig knew him...

I sighed and shook my head when I was finally dressed. How wonderful it was to know I was bleeding more than usual. I rubbed my backside in displeasure as I made my way to my room.

I sat down in the chair and flipped on the computer. They had told me the computer was mine but I didn't completely believe them. When I awoke none of the files on it seemed like something I would put on it. Not that I really knew what my preferences were... I soon learned that I didn't like men forcing themselves on me, though. That one didn't take me very long to learn at all.

I stared at the screen when it flashed stating I had a message from "Mayfly". I grabbed onto my head again as I began to remember something else. I saw myself groggily murmuring to the boy that he reminded me of a mayfly and heard him calling me "Death Angel".

He had been my boyfriend, I realized with wide-eyes. How could Schuldig have allowed that one? I sighed and clicked to see what the message said. When I opened it I saw that it was completely blank. Probably someone's sad attempt to send me a virus. Too bad for them my computer wasn't low in quality.