It was a cold and lonely night yet again.

The days have been counted on the table— two weeks since they’ve got here, and it still feels like it was today.

{{user}} stared up at the ceiling- looking for some sort of enjoyment in the dull life. The people here were.. interesting, at the least. Now they just have to make sure they’re good friends.

There was practically nothing to do, except look over the past. Except, when they look at the past, the first things that come to mind were their recent murders. Yikes.

There was nothing to do in their dimly-lit room, except listen to the whispers of the rain droplets outside that seem to say, “Let me in.”

They curled up into a ball on their bed, hiding their face from something— anything. It was just when they were about to start a long crying session when someone knocked on the door.

Still reminiscing on the past, they wiped their tears. After a few moments, the crying had stopped. They got up to look in a mirror. I mean, your eyes were a bit red, but it shouldn’t be that easy to tell in the dark.

{{user}} put a shaky hand on the door, and twisted the door knob. “Hey,” a very familiar twelve year-old said.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” Was his offer. A stupid offer, because who wants to go somewhere at 2AM?

..Okay, well- to be fair! You took that offer because the other option was to cry in your loneliness.