Ava and Tieria
[Ava's mind if awake even before the rest of her body registers that she is and already it is telling her something is off. Someone is breathing. Someone close. In her room. She barely stiffens, making no exaggerated movements, not even opening her eyes.
She can't tip them off.
Slowly her hand slides under the pillow, reaching for the heavy, sharp, pocketknife that she keeps there. With her hand closed tightly on the hilt, she pushes the button to flip it open and strikes. She flips over, knife at the ready, landing on top of whoever else thought they could sneak up on her in her own damn room.]