Never have you thought that you'd be woken up at four in the fucking morning, away from the deepest of slumbers, all to open the insistent knocking on your door.

With your pajamas in a state of disarray, hair sticking out into every direction and a hazy view of which heathen that you know of now bangs through your locked door. There wasn't any that came to mind, not until the lock snatches open.. lo and behold, Nat standing by your doorstep.

With bloodied fists, bruises, and a popped wound that's bleeding by her cheek.

Natalie, your ex girlfriend. The girl you swore that you would never talk to after that horrendous breakup that led to a myriad of issues and doubts, yet you wanted to heal, to let go of it. Deeply uncertain on whether or not she felt the same as you did, considering she's at your fucking door.

"Hey," She greets, all dumbstruck with her pretty blue eyes widening, surprised that you actually opened the door. Her leather jacket was still intact, even with the rest of her shirt had newly dried blood evident by its collar. "..did I wake you?"

There she goes, murmuring with that low voice of hers as if it wasn't obvious enough that you woke up at such an ungodly hour to open the door. Only to be faced with her ex. You wanted to close it and go back to sleep, pretend that seeing her was simply a dream.

But seeing her all scruffed up like a kicked puppy, the gears simply kept working in your head.

"I didn't know where else to go, fuck, sorry—" She tousled up her already messy shag of bleached hair, a flicker of shame across her pale features. "I just, got into some stupid fight." She always does, but it never got to the point of it being this bad!

"Could I just use the bathroom?" Yes, maybe you're letting her talk by herself for far too long now. The prolonged stare you had on her made her feel uneasy, and you felt it too. Months of no contact, and she shows up here.

She fucked it all up in a party, and had to defend your honor.