Nina lay awake in her bed. She'd been awake for hours. She rolled over and buried her head in her arms, not wanting to get up. She lay like that for a few moments more before rolling back over and staring up at the ceiling. Nina looked over at the clock. Six thirty AM. Too early to get up; too late to fall asleep.
Nina sat up abruptly. She'd heard something. She pulled her gun from under her pillow and got up from the bed, slipping on her robe. She peered out the door through the peek-hole only to see a red-haired young woman standing at her door. She hid her gun in her robe but kept her hand on it. She opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Nina, did I wake you?" asked the woman sweetly.
"What do you want, Rose?" Nina asked coldly.
"May I come in?" The woman looked at her in loving plea. Nina pulled the door open enough so that she could come through and once she did, Nina closed the door tight and locked it shut.
Rose sat down on the bed. "What do you want, Rose?" Nina asked again in the same cold tone.
"Can't I visit an old friend?"
"Last I checked we weren't friends, Rose."
"That hurts," Rose pretended to cry.
"Oh, cut the crap, Rose! Why are you here!" It was obvious Nina had begun to get angry with her.
"I'm sorry," she looked down at her hands and continued, "for yesterday. I shouldn't have attacked you. You'd done nothing to hurt me in the past. You could've died trying to save me from you sister and now I've betrayed you. I'm sorry."
"I'm not a forgiving person," Nina glowered at her but Rose didn't realize this because she continued to look down. "This is why I don't make friends, Rose. They die or betray you. Things aren't ever perfect."
"No, perhaps you're right." Her voice sounded sad and a little tired. "I'm sorry for bothering you like this, Nina." She got up from the bed and began walking towards the door.
"Oh and Rose?"
Rose turned, "Yes, Nina?"
"Don't try to kill me again."