Dustin didn't realize he was in a human with demons and vampires. He didn't even know those type of people even existed. He was here because his grandmother so willed it. She was still alive but her will was everlasting. He nodded his head. "Plus the dean said something about me needing company and that the roommate was also in need of some different style company." He said simply. He listened to her speak. Perhaps she was right but he didn't care. He was still kind of caught off guard by the question. Just what had she meant by special abilities. "True. That is very true. Even though weird questions often get you weird looks." He watched her get up and head back to her table. "Goodbye Missy." He said in a kind voice.<br/><br/>Finishing his soda and headed to the room. Going to the bath as he felt the need to cut. That was something nobody could ever understand. Cutting was how he coped with things like moving to a new country. How he coped with stress and emotions that held him int turmoil. It wasn't that he was unimpressed with her. She made him nervous and he was unsure how to handle her kindness and peppiness. He took his knife from where he hid it and took off his long sleeved over shirt. Going to the room and grabbed his guaze and special bandaging tape. He put it on top of the toilet lid. He then walked to the tub. Turning the water on in the tub part only. His hand picking up the knife and slowly he began to cut deep insiscions in his arm. Two on the wrist then one on the very middle and inside of his palm. The extremely well sharpened blade cleanly dance through the flesh causing blood to pool and flow from his cuts. He let the blood dripp down his hands like a river. He watched it drip off his flesh for twenty minutes. Then he cleaned the blade.<br/><br/>He rinsed out the cuts and began to apply gauze and bandaging tape. He hled his arm up in the air and a few gravitational drops landed on the floor and a couple on the rim of the tub. He bandaged his cuts in gauze and bandaging tape. Putting the tiny bit in the trash. He then headed out of the room. Putting his blade away. He was quite tired from blood loss. He secretly hoped to see Miss Peppy again without all those eyes on him. Yet at the same time he was afraid to. What if she judged him? What if she didn't like him? What if she started yelling or hitting him? Nobody could understand what he had been through. Nobody could understand the hell he had been through. Nobody cared. He hated his guardian angel. Fucking bastard never let him die!