The Roommate

Episode 5

KACELA

Growing up with 2 moms was one of the best things that ever happened to me. My moms loved each other so much right up to the very end and no, I didn't kill them. I really loved my moms but witnessing the accident that claimed the life of my parents changed me in many ways than I could think of. I dont really remember crying after their death or any other time after that, not when i was adopted by an unknown organization that hunts down lesbains. I was taught differently than other people, when others were taught how to solve basic mathematics I was taught how to stab people and make good impacts with the cuts. I was taught that lesbains were devils and that they were disgusting and shouldnt breath the same air as us. I never really understood why lesbains were considered problems and why they had to be eliminated.

My first victim was my very first friend, the first person I was able to connect with, she was also part of the organization and that was how we met. i shared the same room with her and 9 other people, we all had our own space and we barely knew ourselves. Everyone kept to themselves and we only had the chance to speak to one another if we were lucky enough to meet each other in a mission. This was how everyone related to eachother except Anne, she was so vibrant, happy even like there was something else that caused her to be so happy that we were not informed of.

There was never a day that i can remember not seeing Anne smile in, not the day she saw me with a knife about to stab it through her heart. She didnt blink, she just lay there with a smile like she knew i would come for her, she was so peaceful that i had almost gone crazy or maybe i actually did go crazy.

Every morning when i woke up i would see Anne in front of my bed with a very well brewed cup of coffee and a very beautiful and well practiced smile. She was not stationed to serve me breakfast, she was not stationed to be nice to me, she just did it like she was born and made to do it. And for as long as i could remember i never smiled back at her, i never drank her coffee but somehow for some reasons she kept coming back. The first day i replied her good morning rather so sternly if i must add, she smiled from ear to ear and from that day she never left my side.

Every morning once i opened my eyes she would be there with the smiled i never acknowleged at least not to her and the coffee which i never drank. She wouldnt greet me good morning rather she would start off by telling me a crazy story that i never asked her for. I always wondered how she did it so effortlessly, how she would turn the most horrifying stories into something i longed to listen to. She was so good at it, so good at making me believe that i was in the best place in world, like the world out there wouldnt actually make me wallow in confusion.

Anne told me everything about herself down to where she got every pair of underwears she ever owned, it wasnt really any of business but she never spared me any details. I can remember one of the days she went for a mission, i remembered her beggging not to assign her to a target, but it made me wonder why she would act that way. Those of us that never went for missions where considered lesser than the others and we wanted nothing more than to have our very first mission. That mission that Anne went for was the longest of all missions that i witnessed her going for.

After Anne came back from the mission she became awfully quiet to everyone else, i could remember her smiling at me, but i could tell that she was in pain and it broke me seeing that the only vibrant and happy person i knew was getting cold. The most awful thing was that i didnt know what the problem was, she never told me becasue i heard from rumors what the problem was and i didnt think i could be that disappointed. I was not disappointed because of what i heard, i was just disappointed because she didnt tell. She didnt think i was worthy enough to know.

Anne liked girls, in conclusion she was a lesbian and when the organisation decided to punish her, they sent her on a mission with her girl friend as the target. She was a lesbain hunter, and she was stupid enough to fall in love with girl. I remember looking for her everywhere in other to prove to myself that the rumours were not true. I found her sitting on the egde of the roof smoking a cigeratte at the dead of the night. I knew we were not allowed up here and not even by that time, but i was ready to risk it all just to hear form Anne that she didnt fall in love with a woman.

I ended up disappointed because she argreed that the rumors were true, she said that she had planned to run away with her girl friend but the academy caught up with her. I wasnt angry, how could i be angry when i knew that she was just in love, it was stupid because she only made herself vulnerable but at the same time she couldnt help it. my moms loved each other so much and i was also able to witness their short love life. I just thought that a lesbain hunter shouldnt be so stupid to fall in love with a woman that they knew they would eventually kill.

I was happy when i was called into the superiors office for my first mission to be assigned, but my happiness didnt last long when i realised who my target was. It was a situation of kill or get, I was trained with the knowledge that if i didnt kill a target, the organization would do it for me and then kill me. I didnt want to die at least not before knowing what the outside world looked like, I really wanted to know how to felt like to associate with people who didnt spend all their waking moments learning how to hunt down and kill lesbians.

I killed Anne knowing that i would never be the same ever again, every piece of feeling i had in me died together with Anne, all the possibility of me ever crying or being happy disappeared with her death. I know that the organization gave me that particular mission in other to get rid of me, they didnt know that i would go through with it and after the mission nobody could ever look me in the eye again not even the superior, they all thought that i was the devil in disguise. The organization did what they thought was best for them and that was sending me far away from them which i thought was totally not worth it.

They sent me as a college student to one of the hidden universities in a place i dont know. My aim was just to focus on my mission which was to hunt specific lesbains in school, i was meant to be the only occupant in my apartment so now i am confused to why there is a little human being standing in front of my room claiming to be my roommate.