Week 12: Facade

 

                I am not paranoid. I am most certainly not paranoid. No matter what Kelly says, I swear to the gods, I AM NOT PARANOID!!!

            In the beginning of the school year, I was a wide eyed hopeful freshmen. My high school teachers told me I would never function in a college setting…yet there I was, standing in front of the large brownstone building that was going to be my new home…Kennedy Hall. Mom had arranged everything for me, from the bus ride up there, to my new roommate that I would be living with.

            Everything was going smoothly. I was so excited to be a first year student I rushed up the creaky wooden stairs and up a few stories to the new room that was to become my home. Upon entering said room, I felt a dark disturbance. A very dark disturbance.

            A girl with long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a suspiciously sunny disposition ran up to me. My flight or fight instincts almost kicked in right then and there. If I had to deck her to get to my room safely, I would. I don’t care how good a person looks.

            “OhmygoshhimynameisKellyI’mgoingtobeyournewroommate!!!” the girl, who was known as Kelly, shouted at me without taking one breath. First day jitters perhaps? I don’t know. I wish I did know because then I would’ve dipped the moment I met her. Nervously, I offered out my hand for her to shake. I didn’t want to appear rude, I am not a rude person.

            “My name’s…Bianca,” as I said those words Kelly’s precocious smile seemed to drop. Our energy levels were not matching at all. I knew right then and there this was a terrible sign.

            And boy was I right. I am usually right about most things. So of course, I was going to be right about this situation. At first my suspicions were small, almost nonexistent, they were barely there. Kelly would talk for hours…and hours…and hours at night, I never figured out to whom she was talking to, but whoever it was they were just as abrasive and outgoing as she was.

            Then, I started to notice some bigger things. One of my socks would go missing…then one of my coffee cups would get misplaced…then I’d find my new jar of marmalade half eaten overnight. There had to be an explanation for this. There had to be some reason why everything that I touched seemed to be misplaced or destroyed within days of getting it.

            It was then that I shifted my attention towards the most suspicious person I had ever known in my entire life: Kelly.

            I would stay up for hours every single night, watching streamers on my computer, tapping my pencil to try to get thoughts to come to my brain. I would stay up and watch the door that led to Kelly’s room. I would stay up and pick at the stray ends of thread that popped out of our sagging drabby brown couch. Sleep would never come to me until I figured out this mystery.

            I didn’t even realize that Kelly had been watching me too. It wasn’t until that fateful day when I finally decided to confront the villain of my nightmares. Except when I did, the villain seemed more afraid of me than I did of her.

            “Bianca, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything because I feel like you’re watching me!”

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