Head bangs are Lethal."Lem!" the voice sounded from down the stairs.
"She's in her room." He jumped when a middle-aged woman poked her head around the corner. Enticing smells came from the back of the house, almost causing Anton to change his motive. He mentally weighed his options; annoy his best friend or eat amazing food? Sighing, he thanked her and bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time, like usual.
When he got to her door, he paused and listened.
He tapped the door twice, coughed obnoxiously, and turned the knob.
Anton quickly took in the mess; t-shirts and pants thrown across the room, books stacked four feet high haphazardly, and the bedcovers in a pile, most likely covering up even more junk on the bed. What finally caught his attention was the slumped figure at the desk in the corner. Her tie-dyed tank top was stained with red dots, and her forehead leaked a thick, red substance.
No response. He stiffened.
Turning, he shut the door behind him. A minute late