A day passed and Alani sat stood looking out of a window on the Fifth floor, she had a lit cigarette in her hand, it was loaded with weed. Alani looked up at the night sky, it was rather beautiful. Alani felt a string hand touch her left shoulder, she was turned around and she looked at Fred, he looked angry. "Are you being serious right now? I thought you were smart, that shit can kill you." He seethed, she blew the smoke in her mouth into his face, he swatted his hand to get rid of the smoke. Alani crushed the cigarette on her right hand, leaving a burn mark on her inner palm, she then tossed it out of the window and it landed in a bin below. "So? Do you think I care if it'll kill me? Since when did you care about if I die or not? I tried to kill you..." she sassed. 