Psyçhopath in, my house.

Prologue.

" M-meer. Psst, meer! W-w-wake up! "

There was no response, and the sound of shuffling feet echoed threw the room and grew distant, but a few minutes later the scuffling was heard once again- but faster. 

" aauuggh! " thud. 

" why did you jump, on me?! " A scratchy voice shrieked, and a light flickered on.

There was a blue walled room, with drawings hung a crossed the wall and a now messy bed with black and white sheets, and a messy quilt on the ground- along with two girls, possibly at the age fifteen and seventeen.

" umm.... Because, y-you wou-would not w-wake up. " the light color haired girl spoke, the same stutter still in her speech.

" well, tapphy that's no reason to jump on me. " the blonde grumbled.

" how many times do I have to tell you? Just call me ticc. Its quicker to say, and its a better name. " ticc groaned, while standing up. Meer, who was finally lifted of the weight, also stood, looking down at the younger girl. " your fifteen. Act your age, or I will tell my mum that you can't stay here anymore. She's the one paying for this house. " meer grumbled, once again while going over to her closet, turning back to the shorter orange haired girl, realizing she was already dressed in a yellow shirt that said ' I hate you. ' and some dark blue jeans. Meer sighed, and pointed to her door, signaling for ticc to leave.

Ticc hesitantly walked out, but not before sticking out her tongue at the older blonde. Meer sighed, with muffled words leaving her lips. ' idiot. '

After changing into more appropriate attire, a blue tank top and white shorts- she walked out of her room, and towards the stairs. On her way, she had to shut ticc's door, because her window was open, and they could not afford letting all the heat out of their house.

When she made it down to the bottom of the stairs, she could smell the scent of burnt food. She rolled her eyes, and walked threw the grey carpeted living room that was certainly messy, and into the hard dark wooded floored kitchen. 

She gazed around the room, seeing ticc eating burnt toast, and orange juice. " I could have cooked something. " she said, as she more or less not so gracefully walked over to the other girl.

" n-nah... No offence, b-b-but I would r-rather eat burnt t-toast than your c-cooking. " ticc muttered, while setting down her glass of orange juice.

" my cooking isn't that bad! I can make the best cinnamon eggs! " meer said, with mock offended-ness.

" yah, yah. " ticc said boredly, while walking off into the living room.

Than, a knock echoed threw the house.