[SilentFeather]

Jayden, one a stable minded individual in female form was now a jittery mess, each knock bringing her closer and closer to insanity to it's purest form.

But yet she took each risk, even answering without peeping though the eyehole of the apartment, something she knew was not much of a wise idea but at this point she did not give much of a flying fuck. She needed the near-death frights to keep her on her toes, to make her feel alive as her Becca did.

Even though she was now an epicenter of hatred to Becca she still adored her, keeping her memory alive within her very mind and heart. It was all that kept her going, what kept her heart stable, in place and above all, beating with vibrant life.

She was halfway close to release, the golden palace gates when she was ripped from that such opportunity, disturbed by a knock on the door. Muttering softly beneath her breath, she cursed in latin, sighing as she slowly got up, answering the door as fast as she could as she had not really indulged in suitable meals, or any at all besides one or two cereal bars, a few cigarettes and a few bottles of whiskey they stashed away for nights of their own together.

She answered the door with a frown, but when she saw who was behind it she seemed to perk up for a reason. "B-Becca? .. you retuned? h-how ya doin? .. I .. I was thinkin about ya .."