Flatmate

Chapter 2 - Saturday nights

My favourite day of the week - Saturday. Most people were out and drunk, and that always included my three room mates. It was strange - we were polar opposites in four different ways. Tori was a goth who slept all day and wandered around, indistinguishable from a ghost, most of the time. Lucy was a girly girl - not very down to earth, very into her appearance and quite soft. Ruby was a steady, calm, intelligent adult. That single year she had over us seemed to make all the difference. I was a geeky tomboy, fascinated by numbers and science.

Despite these differences. we had a system and it worked. We didn't fight. We all stayed out of each other's way. We basically just ignored each other, really.

It was good.

So, Saturday night usually left me alone in the entire block of flats with my laptop and a Starbucks (crazy party animal right here).

That's exactly what I was doing on the 23rd of September at 1:45am, with headphones in. I couldn't hear the scuffling that terrified Lucy, who had just gotten home. I couldn't hear the scream that pierced the night.

That's what I had to tell the police the next day, when Ruby and Tori were found...

Or, rather, their bodies were.

They themselves were both dead.