{NOWHERE ELSE}

You were sitting in your living room watching a movie, in a sports bra and some baggy pyjama pants. All of a sudden, you hear a knock on your door. You glanced at your phone: 10:47pm, why would someone be at your door thing late? you thought, standing up. When you opened the door you rolled your eyes. You enemy, Matt.

"What are you doing here?" You asked. He stumbled a bit closer and looked down to his stomach. He was covered in blood, his shirt was drenched. "Look I'm really sorry, but I have nowhere else to go."