I ended up sleeping in palette's bed. His snores ripped throughout the apartment, using the pillow to cover the sides of my skull. I get out of the bed, palette's humongous shirt draping over my lower body.
    I stretch my arms over my head, walking to the door. I start to contemplate on why palette persuaded me to wear one of his shirts. The sound of the washer kept going and going, the snores of palette colliding like thunder. If I didn't know it was palette, I would've sworn there was a rhinoceros on the couch.
    I creak open the door and see palette face up, snoring and his arm over the side. His head was facing me though. I sigh and grab some of palette's giant slippers. I slip them on and quietly walk to the bathroom.
    I heard shuffling, a thud coming after. Then, a groan. I snap my head to the couch to see palette was face first, kissing the ground. I would've laughed at the scene but I hadn't planned on waking up palette with the sound of my voice.
    I just shuffle to the bathroom door quickly before palette woke up. When I pushed the door open, it smelled disgusting. I...ended up cleaning it. The familiarity and schedule of doing so had impulsed me to clean it.
    I glance around and see a small razor that was used for shaving. I bit my lip. Just looking at it was so tempting. I gave in and grabbed the razor from the counter top. I quickly rinse it under the water and place it on my wrist. My body was fighting. Half saying that I should do this and the other saying that I shouldn't. I glided the blade against my bone, forming a cut there as it bled.
    I drop the razor on the counter, putting my head in my hands. The blood dripped from my wrist down my elbow, finally landing onto the marble of the counter. I begin to clean the small mess I made, using a rag to wash the blood and rinsing the razor once more.
    I sigh and walk out of the bathroom, half expecting to have one of my parents yell at me for staying up late or some sh*t like that. But only there was palette on the ground, snoring like a hog who finished dinner. I sneak back over to the room and silently close the creaky door. I cringed as I had stepped on one of the magazines on the ground again, whipping my head up to the door. No sound, no movement......no snoring....

(Hellllllooooo guys, I actually purposely made this chapter short, sorry about that)