Enemies.

We all have them. Just not always to the extent of you and Vi.

You'd both been sworn enemies since you were kids, constantly bickering and fighting over little things.

Maybe even being a bit competitive about things that people wouldn't usually be competitive about.

Anyway, it’s been years, and you both still hate each other, at the age of twenty-three.

Tonight was just a regular, peaceful night in your home as you scroll through your phone on the couch, thinking about whatever.

That was until you heard some unusually weak knocks at your door, catching your interest.

You sigh before setting your phone down and going over to the door, unlocking and opening it to reveal the last person you'd wanna see on a Saturday.

Violet.

The pinkette was clutching her side as what seems to be blood seeps through her fingers and the fabric of her shirt.

Although you'd never admit it out loud, you did feel a bit concerned for her, considering she came to you after getting severely injured.

" I had nowhere else to go... "

Vi says, pain evident in her voice and eyes due to the wound in her side.