CURRENT SOLLUX POV:

As soon as i heard a low cry and a door slam i was on my way to Roxy's room. I knew they would get her. I shouldn't have talked to her. I should have left her be. But i couldn't let her bring herself down like i did. I don't really remember it but i know it must have been bad. Luckily Roxy's window was still cracked. I slid it open and flew in. Roxy was curled up in pain holding her side. The blood was getting everywere. Fuck.

"Look, Sol if that was you opening my window i need to ask some things." Roxy said with a weak voice. "Why does Dirk want to find you?"

I ignored her. She can't even hear me anyways. I yanked off her bag and opened it. She must have something to treat this wound. I got out her notepad and a pen. I wrote:

Roxy, I don't know why but there's a team of people after me. And they want nothing to do with Aradia. They lock up at night so i can't get in. I don't know what they want to do to me.

I got out some bandages from her bag and started making a pile of stuff i might need.

"Sollux, why would they kill someone who knows you?"

Maybe they want nobody to know about me. Maybe everyone should forget the old kid who killed himself at collage.

She nodded and looked out the window. "So, ghosts can't go through walls like in the movies?"

No, we can't. Luckily people leave their windows open.

I laughed and she laughed with me. She was kinda cute. And he voice was pretty. We ended talking about magic and video games. I pulled up her shirt and started cleaning off the blood from her stab wound.

"Look, if i don't make it won't i still be a ghost and cause even more ghost problems?"

I didn't think about that. There hasn't been another ghost. Would she be a ghost? I continued to clean her off. I didn't want to find out if she would be a ghost or not. I continued to tend to her and care for her. She really needed my help right now and i won't leave her to bleed.

I care too much about the random people i meet?

They all have their story. They all have their own little problems.

We all do.

We all make our mark on life.

Your make-up is smeared

She didn't seem to mind the words. They seemed to pass by her as she read them. "I'm used to it smearing. I kinda just wear it like that now." She sighed.

Are you cold? Do you want your scarf?

She read it slowly then shook her head.

You're going to be alright. Just hold on. I'm taking care of it.