Love For The Bad Girls

three | i knew you were trouble when you tried to kill me

The atmosphere in the room never quite recovered, and Kendall had to resort to borrowing Rhea's book (she had apparently read it numerous times already, and was all-too delighted to introduce someone new to the series) to pass a few hours before bed. She couldn't remember the last time she'd voluntarily read a book, but she soon remembered why - books were the most useless things produced by mankind. The characters on the page just never came to life for Kendall, and she read so slowly she forgot what happened on the previous page by the time she reached the next one. When the other girls started to prepare for lights out, she had never felt so relieved. Although it seemed far too early to go to bed, Kendall was all too glad to don her fluffiest pair of pyjamas and snuggle down under the covers. "Goodnight," she murmured in response to the others as the room was plunged into darkness. She intended on fully enjoying every single minute of sleep before her school experience really kicked off.

Which was why she was somewhat irritated when she was woken up in the middle of the night. She'd been having a particularly pleasant dream in which she was playing Rachel McAdam's role in The Notebook when she felt something sharp press against her neck, immediately jerking her awake. She was so grumpy at missing out on the iconic kiss in the rain scene it took a few minutes for her to recognise the reason why she'd woken up, and that was only because the sound of heaving breathing was disturbing her. Her hands flew up to her neck, gingerly reaching for what was bothering it, as her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. As soon as her hand succeeded on getting a grip on the object, she was rewarded with a sharp sting as something cut into it, and finally she managed to make out a person hovering on top of her, the source of the heavy breathing.

She was about to ask Indy or Rhea what the hell they were playing at, half-wondering if they were trying to initiate her into some kind of creepy cult because that was the sort of thing that happened in boarding school movies, when she remembered she had a third roommate. All of a sudden, the nature of the object pressed against her throat was blindingly obvious.

"KNIFE!" She screeched, attempting to scramble away from her psychotic roommate only for her head to hit the wall the bunk bed was pushed up against. People in fights had tried to gain unfair advantages over her before by bringing banned knifes into the equation, and Kendall had been the queen of calm when handling it, but someone actually trying to stab her in her bed in the middle of the night was a totally different matter. She was no stranger to fear, even though she always hid it, but her heart seemed ready to explode from her chest and in that moment she was fully convinced she was going to die.

"Knife." Indy's voice cut through the darkness as sharp as a - well, a knife. "No stabbing roommates on their first night."

"WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO CALMLY? SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" Kendall screamed. Or more accurately, tried to scream. It came out as as more of a strangled squeal, if such a thing was possible.

"It's just Knife." Indy said in the rational, unaffected manner one might say 'it's just a spider' to someone with arachnophobia. "If she was truly trying to kill you, you'd be dead already." With these comforting words, Indy rolled over and went back to sleep at once, which Kendall was all too aware of due to her hideously loud snoring.

In the meantime, Knife seemed to have decided against killing her for the time being, probably because it would violate Mrs Moore's rules, and instead she hissed at Kendall then sprung back up to her own bunk. The hiss being only slightly less terrifying than being awoken with a knife, Kendall lay back down and tried to stop her body from shaking. She could feel her palm was slick with blood already just from touching the knife, and she sincerely hoped the blade hadn't actually cut into her throat. She was too scared to actually check. Instead, she groped around for the nearest item of clothing, which happened to be a t-shirt Indy had discarded on the floor (she wouldn't realise this until the morning, however, when Indy gave her a look of death that promised vengeance), and wrapped it around her palm like a bandage. It was going to sting worse in the morning; Kendall knew from experience.