It is Monday. It has been a week since I reported Beth missing. Over a week since I last seen her. A few days since I found her body and now her room is empty. The empty room seems to be the biggest reminder. I closed the door again after they moved all her stuff out. It’s easier to pretend this is all a bad dream if I don’t see that empty room.
Ms. Johnson did assure me I would not be getting another roommate this year. I don’t know if that is a blessing or a cruse. I awoke this morning and met with the consoler. I cried again. Damn I am so tired of crying. After the session I went to class. I need something to be normal even if it is just school. Most of the students avoid me. It is like I am cursed, and they don’t want to risk it. I am fine with that I do not want to talk to anyone a
