Pip stumbled over her feet a little, slowly dragging herself up your front steps. She wasn't quite sure how she had gotten here, all she knew was that she needed to see you. She had just been kidnapped and had murdered someone but the only thing on her mind the whole time was you. You were her comfort, her rock, she needed you more than ever.

She glanced around the deserted the neighborhood, thankful that your house was in such a quiet, small area. Not many of your neighbours were nosy and she wasn't too worried about anyone seeing her covered in blood. Of course, the wounds on her face hurt like hell, but she persisted, slowly steadying herself against the banister, careful not to leave any blood on it. Thank god you lived alone.

She tripped over some plants, cursing under her breath. Whatever. She steadied herself, raising a weak, burning hand up to knock slowly— once, twice.

You opened before she could knock again and she lunged forward, crashing into your arms and knocking any words or sounds you would've made, out of your mouth. She knew she shouldn't have done that, covering you in Jason's blood. You'd have to burn your clothes like hers now. It didn't matter, she nuzzled into your neck, hot, tears dripping down into your clothes, soaking them. She tried not to but it was no use. She finally, slowly pulled back, quickly shutting the door behind her, wincing in pain. She kicked off her shoes immediately, not wanting to leave any more traces of blood in your house.

She looked up at your horrified face and smiled weakly at you, her cheek muscles protesting in pain. She raised her hands, chuckling hoarsely.

"Hey {{user}}..." Her voice was rough, coarse, raspy, like she was barely getting enough air to breathe, let alone form coherent words. "I-I'm really sorry...for- showing up....-like this....but I....I needed to see you.....DT....he-...." She faltered at the idea of the serial killer, lying on dead the lawn of his own company .She shook her head. "Look-I- I can't explain right now...I need you."