I didn’t know what I was getting into when I moved in with Mary. Never before had I ever considered or encountered a locked door in any place I had ever lived. Even growing up in my family, that was saying something. With my parents, I never knew what their moods would be from day to day and the only doors with locks were the front and back doors.
All I was certain of was there wouldn’t be any violence, maybe just uncertainty. Living with Mary could be a completely different story. Different yet interesting. Different yet scary. Different yet mesmerizing. There were so many stories and instances I came across while living with Mary that I couldn’t help but write everything down.
The night my nerves became fear was the night I woke up for a pee break and I found her standing directly outside my bedroom door in a trance. I said hello and slid by on the way to the bathroom and when she didn’t respond or move, I thought about retreating to my room, but my bladder was too full. After I came back from the bathroom, she had moved and was standing next to my bed, but she no longer seemed to be in a trance. Her eyes followed me as I slowly walked into the room, but didn’t respond to any questions I had.
Was she okay? Did she need me? Could I call anyone for her? Nothing. Nothing until she started screaming.
Standing Room Only 