Tag: roommate

  • My Roommate

    I always knew my roommate was into some odd things, but I never knew how far she had fallen. It was her charisma, her charm, that pulled me in. I had always been told I was naïve and a little too loyal to those I would blindly follow, but I always thought I was going…

  • The Cage

    I knew I was going to have a problem listening and obeying the rules when I saw where we would be living. There were no windows in the bedroom and I had to be able to see the sky. I needed to hear the birds. I needed the sun to shine through the clean glass. But…

  • The Closet

    “Why do you stack your clothes like this?  Wouldn’t it be easier to hang them up in your closet?  What do you have in your closet?”  Jason headed to my closet and I felt my stomach tighten.  “Hey, why you gonna go into my closet?  Can’t I keep some things private?”  I sat up on…

  • Rose Street

    I heard about my old apartment getting demolished and had to get in on the action. Rose Street had been one of my favorite places to live and I was sad to see it go. I wanted to call Amy and see if she wanted to go with me to watch our old building get…

  • The Locking Door

    “You decide when you’re ready.  Nobody else.  I can’t help you with anything you are doing.  You.  It’s all up to you.”  I stared at my reflection in the mirror and tried to keep my face stern.  I needed to stand strong. If I budged at all, Terry would take control of what was going…

  • The Locked Door

    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…

  • Incense

    The ash poured down as I watched the incense continue to burn.  I had never liked incense and had repeatedly asked Molly to burn it in her room or leave a window open if at all possible.  At the time, she had agreed, although begrudgingly, and I didn’t come home to a smoky house too…

  • Killer

    “That’s the problem.  He was already dead,” I said out loud.  “That’s the problem.  He was already dead.”  I stared at the cell phone in my hand as I repeated what I was going to say when I finally got the courage to call 911.  My ex-boyfriend was lying on my kitchen floor with a knife in his chest.  My…