Having a room all to yourself in school was amazing; there were late nights you didn't have to worry about a sleeping roommate during; small parties where the only nuisance were the neighbours that were most likely at said party; the loud movies or music; and the freedom to take up as much space as you wanted without anyone telling you what to do, when, or be in your way at any time. The nights where she didn't have to worry about being whisper-quiet at midnight were Rose's favourite nights. True, she was still quiet enough she didn't disturb her neighbours, but she often stayed up until the wee hours of the morning with her computer working on her latest project or studying with her music up and not through her headphones. The downside to these nights? Rose had a tiny problem she'd been struggling with ever since she was a child. Rose was terrible at taking care of herself: she always put other people or priorities before herself, and on one such night Rose had stayed up far to late studying for multiple nights in a row. The first night had been simple studying, but when she grew tired the day after that she had to study to catch up what her sleep deprived mind missed, and a repeat of that the night after. It was horrible really, so here she was three nights in running on red bull and alarm clocks. Thankfully, she'd set this morning's a little earlier so she could ensure she wouldn't sleep through the first three like the previous mornings. Unfortunately, she woke at the first one, leaving her sitting upright in bed almost an hour before she had to do anything with not enough time to sleep more but too much to simply get ready. She could barely process a thing though, yet somehow she had managed to throw on an oversized purple sweater over a pair of leggings, comb her hair and slip on her flats to begin out of her dorm. Her makeup undone, which was odd for the goth-looking girl, she shuffled her feel slowly along through the hallway as she mindlessly made her way to her friend's room. Rose couldn't fully understand how she had gotten where she had, or how she could even comprehend she needed to slip silently over here, but as she glanced at the room number for the fourth time, she knew exactly who was inside, and knew there were two possibilities on who could answer the door, but neither really mattered at the moment. She'd be able to get her friend up no matter what. Knocking on the door, gently at first before louder a second time, Rose awkwardly shifted in the hallway, wringing her slender fingers through the sleeves of her soft sweater/dress as she waited for the door to open and a suspected frowning face appear in it's opening. When it finally did open, the blonde cast her glance away and spoke before the other could grumpily nag at her for the hour of her disturbance. "Hey, um... I need some emergency help.." She spoke quietly. "Any chance I'm at the right place?"
