"How is your wound doing?" Hazuki asks.

"It hurts, but I have had worse. I need to find the nurses office tomorrow, and get some medical supplies. Although with all the movement from today maybe I should go tonight. I might not feel it right now, but I will later," I tell her.

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Becki will be home soon, and I will tell her where you really are. They have been worried sick, but now that you have arrived safely it should be alright," she says absentmindedly. No way peter you hang up first," she says out of nowhere.

That means that someone is listening at her door. "Alright Hazuki, I will talk to you tomorrow," I say before hanging up. I hurry down the stairs, and out the room. I really want to find the nurses office.

"Hey is everything alright?" my roommate asks from behind me. I whip around, and he ducks my braid again.

"What is your name?" he asks me.

"My name is raven, what is yours?" I ask.

"Vladimir," he says. "Could you tell me where the nurse's office is?" he asks.

"What do you need there?" I ask.

"That's my business, do you know where it is?" he snaps.

"Yeah follow me," I tell him.

I lead him to my dad's office, and wait outside while he goes in. I get a little annoyed with waiting, so I peek. He has his shirt lifted off of a terrible stab wound in his side. He disinfects, and bandages it up with efficiency. I watch as he settles his shirt back in place, and gathers up some things to keep in the room. I straighten back up, and stand away from the door.

I lead Vladimir back to the room, and he disappears up to his room. I settle onto my bed, and read one of my favorite books, GLASS HOUSES, by Rachel Caine. I have read it before, but I love it so much I can read it over and over. At some point I want to get to a bookstore so I can get the other books in the series. She has published THE DEAD GIRLS DANCE, MIDNIGHT ALLEY, FEAST OF FOOLS, LORD OF MISRULE, CARPE CORPUS, FADE OUT, KISS OF DEATH, GHOST TOWN, BITE CLUB, LAST BREATHE, BLACK DAWN, and BITTER BLOOD. I have a lot of books to get and read.

I hear a sharp cry from Vladimir's room. I look over at the stairs. I hear it again, but this time it's louder. I place my book down, and pad silently over to the stairs. This time he flat out screams at the top of his lungs. I race up the stairs, and see him thrashing around on his bed. I hurry over, and grab his shoulder. He shoots out of the bed, and stares at me from the corner. He is panting, there is sweat everywhere, and his pupils are dilated.

He was having a very bad dream. "It's alright now Vladimir. You're safe here," I murmur to him. I see his pupil's contract, and his breathing become more normal.

I focus on Ravens face, and realize I was just dreaming. I hate those nightmares. The ones that feels all too real. I run a shaky hand over my face, and slump down on the floor. "Sorry if I woke you Raven," I apologize.

"It's alright. I have them too occasionally. I don't know how bad they are because no one has ever tried to wake me up from them," he tells me quietly. I look at him from between my fingers. He is watching me closely.

"Sorry," I murmur sleepily. I try to stand up, and everything goes black.

I just barely catch him. I knew this would happen. It always happens with nightmares. I lift him up carefully, and place him back in his bed. Why was he apologizing? Having a nightmare is never your fault. I cover him back up, before going back to my book. He doesn't make another sound for the rest of the night.

I feel heavy. Like my entire body is being weighed down. I remember having a nightmare, and Raven woke me up. But after that, I can't remember a thing. What happened? I never feel like this in the morning. Maybe it's because I slept really good last night? I don't know. I sit up slowly, and I can feel the stitches stretch a little. I place a gentle hand over the wound, as I get out of bed. The doctor told me that it would take a long time to heal, but I can also feel how fast I am healing.

I head downstairs into the bathroom. I pause at the foot of the steps. Raven is sleeping in his bed. I cover my mouth, and hurry silently back up the stairs. I grab my phone, and turn on the silent camera. I have to show my sisters. I take a few, before he starts to stir, and I hurry into the bathroom. With the door safely locked, I send the pictures to Hazuki first. I can already tell that she will scream when she sees them.

Why do guys need to sleep in their boxers? That is so weird. I take off my shirt, and look at the wound in the mirror. It's time. I carefully take out the stitches so my body can heal the right way. The doctor didn't think the stitches could come out for another two weeks, but I know my body better. I put some more antibiotic cream on it, and put my shirt back on. I hurry back up to my room, and untie my hair.

I pick up my brush, and run it through my long hair. It takes a lot to convince people that I am a boy, but with my school identification card it will be much easier. I place my brush down on the counter, and braid my hair again. It is easiest to manage when it is in a braid, and others are more comfortable with thinking I am a boy. I pull out the suitcase I brought with me, and start unpacking it. I have a decent amount of room up here. I think I will like it here for the next four years.