The doorknob to Misha's room jiggles ever so slightly.
Misha Grabs the brick, and smears her blood on one of the corners before dashing back to her bed and throwing the knife promptly into her pillowcase.
In the mornings someone would usually come by and give her a warning knock to get up and get dressed before they came in. Up till now no one ever just unlocked the door and came in except Vincent and he never came in the mornings.
Why was today of all days different. Vincent pushes open the door to Misha peering down at the blood tricking from her arm onto the floor.
Misha does her best to muster up some tears and throws the brick in Vincent's direction.
Vincent just barely dodges the brick before Misha charges at him.
Running at full speed, she runs right into his body flailing her fists into his chest.
"Just kill me already Vincent! I've had enough! JUST KILL ME." Misha weeps louder with every word.