Prologue
I hated my roommate.
It was no secret from anyone who knew us, but that doesn’t mean I would wish her dead. Maybe, sometimes I wished she could disappear and never be part of my life. Or maybe she could stop existing in my story - but I never hoped for her to die. She was just a character I didn’t want in my story. The kind of character that usually outshines the main character – a character I didn’t want in my life.
So, imagine my surprise when I walked into our room.
It was just like every other Friday night. The room was dark and eerily silent, which was strange because I’d met the door open. Another thing I hated about my roommate was the fact that she was a party animal. She was never home to bond, and she had way too many friends. I doubted those people were even real friends, but who was I to burst her bubble – especially when she had the perfect life.
I had intended to open the door with my key, but it opened by itself. That was strange. The only ones with a key were my roommate and me, and if the door opened that easily, it meant she was home – and she was never silent.
But my roommate wasn’t the kind of person to stay in a dark room or anywhere this silent. At the very least, she’d have music blasting. Loud music.
I frowned into the darkness as my hand searched for the light switch. Even in the dark, I knew exactly where it was. That’s what happens when you’ve lived in the same room for two years. I could find the switch even with my eyes closed.
The moment the light came on, I turned away from the bulb. It was suddenly too bright. I shut my eyes and groaned. I hated this about our room. I’d been telling my roommate that we needed to change the bulb, but like every other discussion, it had ended in an argument. Lots of shouting, and the neighbors having to step in.
Most of our conversation always ended that way.
I opened my eyes back when I felt the brightness must have reduced a bit. And that was when I saw her – in the form I never expected to see her.
My roommate’s corpse with blood flowing from her head.
And that was the beginning of my predicament.
