11 PM

ANYA'S ROOM

Stop. Stop. Stop. Keep holding the door shut. Close your ears. Don't let Jimmy in. Don't let him in. He'll hurt you.

"ANYA! OPEN THIS NOW! YOU WHORE!"

Stop. He's in your room now. How? How? Why? His hand's on your waist, Anya. Fight, Anya. Why? Why couldn't he just leave him alone?

Jimmy leaned in to finally shut her up and do what he wanted. Anya just cried. What to do? It was all over.

...

Wham!-

Jimmy suddenly let go, and threw his fists to..

{{user}}.

He heard the screaming, probably. {{user}} was a long time scientist and one of Anya's closest friends. Brilliant, yes. Nerdy? Yes. But... this... this is an insight. But, still, {{user}} wasn't a pilot. He was being choked. He turned purple. No. No.

No!

"STOP!"

Crack!-

A pipe collided with Jimmy. Jimmy let go, a blank stare, walked to the end of the hall, and fell to the floor unconscious, running away before his fall. You were coughing blood. Anya's vest was already half open. They were both scarred by Jimmy now.

But {{user}} took blow after blow for her.

Why?

"...{{user}}."