The Roommate

Episode 2

Hi” she said with a smile “you must be the new roommate, do you need anything?” something about this girl screamed innocent she had a cigarette between her hands and I only noticed because she brought it up to her face where I have been looking at the whole time. When I asked for a place to get food she literally throw her head backwards and had the laugh of her life, and that was before she told me it was almost 1am and that I had to go back to sleep and wait till the next morning. So I was about to leave when I stopped immediately, there was someone else in the room and the girl named Rose was not even my roommate. I had a groan and I heard the person in the room murmur something about Rose kicking me out.

Hearing this I felt like I was the only being rained on under the burning sun. The weather suddenly became cold it was like I was lost in the middle of the woods with nothing to shed me from the cold. You can say her voice sounded like a whisper that drags you deeper into a lucid dream and the deeper you go the harder it is for you come back to reality. It sounded like a group of sirens singing in other to draw pirates into the sea. I almost lost my mind at the level of rudeness the b***h could muster up, that I almost pushed past Rose to give the rude roommate a piece of my mind but I didn’t I was too tired and hungry to even make any move. I just scuffed and left the room.

She was rude I admitted so much for the good friend part of all the plans I actually thought that we would get along, like who cares I know I might have interrupted her f**k time with the Rose girl but did she have to be so rude. Okay did I just assume that the annoying roommate that I have not had a conversation with was gay? That was actually extreme to begin with I mean she had a half-naked woman in her room who was acting like she owned the place. The b***h ass roommate of mine could have had a man over for all I cared it was really not my business who she invites into our house, I mean her room. All I know was that I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow I would have to face one of my biggest fears which was staying in a crowed place with a lot of fresh men. I hated people like they made me nervous so I just liked my personal space so sharing a space with so many of them was already making me want to cry.

I had to go through my bags in other to find some junks that I brought with me for emergencies, I hate eating food but for the purpose of survival I had to carry snacks around. Most times I wouldn’t eat food for days and somehow my parents never really cared about it. My love for food was slowly fading away but my parents told me it was just maturity, I still wonder about the kind of growth that makes me hate food. This night I was hungry because I didn’t really eat much during my flight and my body was already giving up on me. The taste of the food made me relax a little but I kept thinking that there was something that I was missing, something that definitely tasted better but I didn’t know what it was and just the thought of that made me go crazy. I have been unable to sleep just because of that thought that there was something out there that could satisfy me that I was missing.

I blinked only to realize that the moon had already lost the battle again even after rooting for it with everything that I had. The sounds of bickering birds and the sound that I could liken to nothing but the sound of waves woke me up today. My curtain was fighting with all his might to make sure that the sun didn’t win this round, the sun was too strong and blinding that when it kissed my face I realized why I always loved the moon. It was past 9 in the morning when I woke up probably because I slept late looking for food like a lost sheep, I didn’t mind waking up late at least my day didn’t start until 11am. I took my left over snacks with my coffee maker to the kitchen to make me some tea, when I left my room I knew deep down that I was the only one in the apartment. I didn’t hear a single heart beat and I loved it that way I loved the peace and quiet together with the solace. I was singing at the top of my voice and swaying my hips to the song on my favorite playlist without a care in the world.

The little sip from the mug was enough to wash all my worries away I felt the wave of relieve wash over me but it all ended the moment I turned. Here she was the goddess the rude b***h ass roommate without a heartbeat. How did I know she didn’t have a heartbeat? Well that was a question I was sure as hell not ready to answer. Everything would have ended with a simple sorry and then we would move on with our day expect she sent me flying with a single push I was about to shout when I realized what I did wrong. I had just turned my burning cup of coffee all over her body, her face was twisted in pain and it was at that point I knew there was no redemption for the two of us. I felt so disoriented that I started crying, I was going to apologize I swear but somehow I didn’t know how to. She just looked at me winced and walked away I had never felt so bad my entire life.

The entire morning was blurry, I don’t remember much from it I just remember talking my bath scrubbing my body like my soul was nowhere in sight like I was trapped in some kind of trance where I didn’t have access to my mind. I shouldn’t really care about what happened this morning or the fact that my roommate was literally crying herself to sleep because of the pain I had inflicted on her. I just felt bad because I could have done better, I could have seen it coming I could done something to stop it but not in the knight in a shining armor kind of scene but in a way for me to feel less of a bad person. I didn’t like the fact that she was in pain even though she was rude to me a few hours ago, I just think that if I was going to cause her pain then it won’t be me pouring my hot relaxing cup of coffee on her. She truly didn’t deserve my coffee being wasted on her, she needed something far worse maybe less of physical pain and more of emotional turmoil. Now I am looking like a piece of trash walking towards what I think is the school’s main hall for another round of torture.

The hall ways empty like every other person was already in the hall as if my day couldn’t get any worse than this, I would end up late for the f*****g orientation which was the first event I would have to attend in this school. Or maybe I was just so out of my mind that I didn’t notice a couple of first years heading to the direction of the hall, I was too immersed in my own mind thinking about nothing in particular until I made my way to the hall. I sat in the darkest corner of the hall with my only wish being that I could just get the entire space for myself, it was all going according to plan until I felt someone sit next to me. The person didn’t speak and I didn’t bother looking, I knew it was a lady, I could hear her breathing and then nothing more. It was weird to say but I have seen more.

The atmosphere before the orientation was a bit gloomy like there was some sort of bad news that was about to be shared. I noticed that the first years didn’t really read the room, but I felt it in the air the feeling of dread but it wasn’t from me obviously. Generally I really didn’t care about how I felt not to talk about me caring about other people’s feelings. I just feel guilty when I need to feel guilty and while I am immune to certain emotions, it doesn’t mean that I don’t feel it I just mean that certain emotions can’t hurt me. The woman who seemed like the principal mounted the stage greeted us, not that it was necessary though but she did it anyways. I later found out that her name was Miss Harcourt, so weird because she looked like she was roughly in her late 50s meaning that she never got married.

Her voice was sweet to listen to but at the same time it sent shivers to my spine, it sounded like a warning tune laced with bitter sweet harmony. So no it wasn’t like music in my ears, it sounded like something you could avoid but you wouldn’t mind getting into trouble just to get a taste of. The news she passed did a great job of bringing me out of my daydream, so as it stands they had lost a student just yesterday and they had to announce it because almost half of the school knew about it already seeing that her body was discovered by students. I didn’t really feel bad for the girl’s death but the situations surrounding it scared the s**t out of me. I recognized the girl, I was sure I had seen her somewhere but I couldn’t just place where I saw her.

The students who discovered her body said that there was a note attached to her that read

“Burn in hell, Lesbian w***e”

It wasn’t signed so it was harder to even figure out who the hell did this. After the image was removed from the screen I noticed that the girl who sat beside me stood up and left she must have been crying or something but that wasn’t really my priority. My main aim was to figure out who the lady was and how I knew her. Every other thing that was mentioned in the orientation didn’t really make sense to me because my eyes was closed all through, and while some of you see it as sleeping I saw it as me relaxing and freeing up my head for bigger information to come. I didn’t bother trying to make friends or anything because if anything I loved flying solo.