I've waited my whole life for this day. I finally get to leave my parents' mansion and live with a mysterious roommate who won't tell me their gender. Yet, that does not diminish my overwhelming joy. This day stands as the pinnacle of my college year, filled with significance and anticipation. In just two weeks, my classes will commence, and I can not help but feel a surge of anxiety. Today marks the intriguing occasion of my initial encounter with my enigmatic new roommate. A flutter of apprehension danced in my stomach as I contemplated my new roommate. It seems she embodies the essence of a roommate who revels in nightlife, embracing the vibrant energy of parties each evening— the kind of roommate who radiates kindness and warmth, I suppose.
I hurried into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor where my apartment awaited. I frowned at how life had quickly changed from being simple to complicated. I don't even remember how my childhood was, nor do I have any childhood friends. The elevator interrupted my thoughts as it dinged and opened its doors. I stepped out and walked a few steps to find my room. "Thank God it's not as far as I thought." Taking a deep breath and waiting to see what was waiting for me on the other side, I placed my hand on the doorknob. "Shit, it's not locked." I cursed myself and pushed the door open. My heart stopped beating. I felt the nerves start to creep in. Why did my heart suddenly stop, and why was it beating so fast? Staring at the tall, muscular boy with electric blue eyes, He's shirtless and only wearing black ripped jeans. His hair is short and black. My eyes widen at his body; it's as if the Greek gods sculpted his physique. Before he catches me perving, I shoot my eyes straight down to my feet to avoid getting embarrassed. "Who are you?" I ask. "I should be asking you the same question," he says, excitedly walking towards me. I chuckle at his sudden mood change. "I guess you are my roommate then," I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He nods quickly. "Yes, I am Mrs. Votterello." "How do you know my last name ?" I ask. "Because I did a background check on you," he says. I laugh. "And why would you do that?" "It's to ensure my wealthy roommate isn't a serial killer," he winks. "Well, I guess we are both serial killers," I smirk. "He says, 'Then I guess I will have to kill you first,' as he walks past me and disappears into thin air. " He should have given me a list, informed me that he was going out, and perhaps had the courtesy to tell me which room would be mine. I grabbed my phone from my right pocket, unlocked it, and hit the call button. "Hey, Mom," I say with a big smile on my face. "Hey, sweetie, did you see your new roommate? Is she friendly?" she asks. "You mean him, Mom?" I say sarcastically. "What the—I hear my dad curse on the other side of the line." "Mom, you didn't tell me he was home," I yell playfully. "Oh, sweetheart, your father has been eagerly anticipating your return all day; he longs for you," she pretends to sob. "Marie, I am back," my anonymous roommate suddenly interjects into my conversation. "Hey, Mom, I will call you shortly," I say as I conclude the conversation. "It seems you're already scheming my demise, Marie," he remarks, setting down two hefty pizza boxes on the table. And here I was thinking that you were gone for good. I let out a sigh and tilt my head back, my eyes drifting upward in exasperation at him. He lets out a soft chuckle at my reaction, then settles onto the couch, savoring each bite of his pizza. Fortunately, the belongings of the enigmatic boy lie untouched in the hallway, indicating that I must first select the room that will transform into my personal sanctuary. Fortunately, the belongings of the enigmatic boy remain scattered in the hallway, indicating that I must first choose which room will become my own. What a missed opportunity to have considered this idea sooner! With a burst of energy and a hint of humor, I seize my luggage, dashing as if it were my very first experience of being welcomed into a place to stay. He chuckles, his cheeks stuffed with food, and remarks, "I thought wealthy girls didn't behave like this, you know." Just as I was preparing to respond, he interrupted my words mid-sentence. "You can choose any room you desire, Marie; that is the reason I left my belongings unpacked," he remarked. "Have you devised some sort of cunning plan to eliminate me?" I express it with a hint of irony. He lets out a soft chuckle, only to suddenly find himself gasping as a piece of pizza lodges in his throat. "Damn, Marie, you sure are a witch, alright?" he coughs.
With a dramatic roll of my eyes, I expressed my disdain for his rudeness. "When you have finished unpacking yourself, come join me to savor the last of this pizza," he moans as he chews. "That food moan resonated through my body, sending delightful shivers coursing through me." "Oh, nameless boy, your deadly traps have proven ineffective, and now you attempt to bring about my demise through food poisoning," I chuckle. As I approach my bed, I settle onto the corner, reaching for my phone to glance at the time. I arrive at my bed and settle into the corner, reaching for my phone to glance at the time. A smile graces my face as I gaze at the screen wallpaper featuring my parents and me, a single teardrop cascading down my cheek. I gently wipe it away and let out a soft sigh. A sensation of weight settles upon my eyelids, drawing me into the embrace of sleep. The reason for my insufficient sleep lies in the haunting nightmares that echo my childhood, yet they are far from pleasant. This is due to the fact that neither of my parents has been able to articulate the reasons behind my nightmares, nor have they provided any insight into my childhood. I recline on my bed, shifting onto my side. I sat in the dimly lit room, my eyes scanning the shadows for what seemed like an eternity, until the faint glow from outside my door finally vanished. I truly wish for him to find some rest. My eyelids are weighed down, heavy and drooping. I sense my eyelids growing heavy, so I make an effort to pry them open and remain alert. What if this peculiar boy enters and plunges a knife into me while I slumber? My eyelids feel heavy, and I struggle to keep them from closing.