[u][b]A Letter Written by a Porcelain Doll Has Been Slipped Under Your Door[/b][/u] It’s my first night home in over a year. There’s a boy asleep in my bed. He’s kinda weird, but I owe him my life. He said he needed me for something, But I didn’t really understand what… So I hugged him and told him to go sleep. And now there’s a boy asleep in my bed. And I’m resting my head on his shoulder- And I’m terrified because we’re at my house. And not five hours earlier we killed a guy. And we were on the news the day before- And…and…and I hate my old room! Unlike my dorm, the walls are pretty bare. The curtains need a wash, and the wardrobe… It’s full of dust and old picture frames. I can’t see them well from here in the gloom. I think that’s a good thing, or I might cry. I’m not the same boy in those photos anymore. Since moving out, I’ve grown into a person. My own person. My own, awful person. The type that pisses off billionaires, and stuff- Or helps schizophrenic detectives blow up cars. Or shoots aggressive teacher assistants in the face- How did I even get here? A really bad tinder date. It was with the same, weirdly cute guy. The one asleep in my bed. Like a rock. He told me to meet him at some weird bar. He chatted about his dead sister with me… Three of his friends were there. I’m not too sure. And now they’re also mine. They're the best. My old friend group did the normal college kid stuff. We went to parties. We started a band. It sucked. We had several questionable relationships- Me especially, and that’s why they all left me. Screw them, though. I don’t even know why I cared. None of them cared about me, I was just pretty. We killed a vampire today, it’s complicated. It was mostly the work of Val and James. Val is cool, she could probably suplex me. James is…he’s the one laying next to me. Aside from his weird, tragic backstory, I really don’t know him that well. He’s…James. Every time I think I get a little close to him. Something changes, or something goes wrong. But I think I still like him- or I want to, anyway. I don’t really know why. He hunts monsters. Meanwhile I play guitar, and I cry a lot. But hey, I sort of helped him kill a vampire. I wonder how the others are doing. Can they sleep? I took them to the guest room. It felt weird there. This whole place is weird, but I think they’ll live. Bink especially. She’s probably the nicest of us all. I kinda wish I could be more like her. Happier? We ordered pizza together once. That was fun. I mean a few hours later, we learned that James…. Val said he got sent to hell, so we slept in a church. We found him at his apartment the next morning. He was okay, life went on. Had a failed second date. Now there’s a lich, so we are sleeping at my church. I hate it here. I’m starting to think it’s a cult. Coming here was a really bad idea. A no-good, awful, and stupid thing to do. Dumbest idea in the history of ideas ever. But hey, for once it wasn’t my idea! Seeing that my brain is a stupid-idea-machine. What are my parents going to do with me? [hr] I don't know how to feel about you And quite frankly I don't know what I am feeling But I think…it's a good thing. Or at least some of it is good. I like having you here, even if we're not doing anything. I...I kind of like attention I just wish things weren't so stressful- and I'm one to talk, you must feel awful about everything. And like, I can't really imagine what you're feeling- so I don't know how to respond? Sorry. God, sorry I keep making this about me Um But anyway. It'd be nice to just…do things normally Maybe that's just wishful thinking because every other day, shit keeps happening. And it's a lot. But probably mostly for you…? Every time I'm around you I feel like I- I dunno, I think I get you, but then something happens and that changes. Maybe I'm stupid, or something But I wanna get to know you. In a normal way And vice versa. Is that what you even want? [i]Heavy sigh[/i] But if you ever just wanna fool around That's what I'm best at… . . . That's why you contacted me in the first place, right?