I stood at their door for a minute before knocking loudly. the shouting had stopped before i came up, but i still wanted to see what had happened. one of the men opened the door while holding a bloody knife at his side.

"what do you want?" he asked while raising the knife up at me. the girl I heard crying pulled at his arm while telling him to put the knife away. "don't touch me!" he yelled at her while pushing her to the side, focusing his attention to me again.

"you're loud and annoying and I can't fucking sleep." I said bluntly while glaring at him.

"why you..!" his eyes filled with rage as he attempted to pull me into the apartment, but he was too slow.

instead I grabbed his arm that held the knife and flipped him out into the hallway, carefully slipping the knife into my hand while doing so. I kicked him in the ribs while he tried to get up, sending him back to the ground holding himself in pain. I bent down and lifted his head up by his hair, holding the knife under his jaw. out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl's head sticking out of the doorway watching in terror before running down the hallway toward the elevator. I sighed and withdrew the weapon to my side looking down at the bloody blade.

"now, what did you do..." I said while pulling the man back into his apartment.

the guy he was arguing with was lying face down in a pool of blood. I shook my head in disappointment.

"you know how painful it is to be stabbed? probably not.. here, I'll show you." I held the knife above him, watching as he started to panick.

"don't fucking touch me you lousy cunt!" he attempted to kick me and pull my arm away from his head, but before he could proceed I dug the blade deep into his chest repeatedly. I felt so angry and vengeful for some reason; but I had no idea why.

I was standing at our apartment door trying to whipe the blood off my hands and onto my red sweatshirt. no one would tell there was blood on it at first glance. I guess I might of gone a little over board with the stabbing. the hallway was dark and I knew that I hadn't even gotten half of it off my hands. I sighed and opened the door, making the nob wet and slippery. I quickly rubbed the blood off with my sleeve, only to leave a red handprint on the door. I gave up and carefully closed the door, walking towards the bathroom. it suddenly opened and kama walked out while yawning. he looked at me surprised then blinked a couple of times.

"uh..?" he asked while stepping closer with a confused face.

"I um...", I tried to make up a lie while looking down at my hands, the blood was clearly visible now. "...had.. my period. yup that's what happened. and it got all over, a bloody mess as you can see. now if you would excuse me.." I said while walking past him. I've never said anything about my period before because I was born without a uterus. and I don't want children anyways, so I guess its all good.

I scrubbed my hands and arms for a good ten minutes, then wiped a few red smudges off my face before running back to my room. I closed the window and fell onto my bed, covering myself with a blanket.

"nothin even happened." I thought to myself before falling asleep again.

I felt someone violently shaking me awake and punched them as a reflex. I sat up and saw yata holding my fist in midair.

"yata wh-", before I could finish he pulled me towards the window and opened it, throwing me over his shoulder and holding me tightly in place as he jumped out.

"yata we're on the eighth floor!" I screamed while punching his back.

he had his skateboard under his other arm, and somehow placed it onto the side of the building and rode down on it until we were about seven feet from the ground. he pushed off the side of the building and landed on the ground, keeping his balance the whole time. we were behind the apartment building and I could hear ambulances and firetrucks at the front of it. he quickly skated through an alleyway to a busy street, expertly avoiding cars and people while picking up the speed.

"yata where are we going?" I yelled as we passed a loud truck. he tightened his grip and ignored me while making a sharp left across a crowded street. he continued straight before suddenly stopping, grabbing his board and kicking in an apartment door.