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Chapter 3

I breathed deeply in an attempt to calm my nerves. A turmoil was ragging inside me after the encounter with them, I just hoped my route never intersect with them again.

Painting the picture of all bright things in my mind, I concluded to find my dormitory room and after a myriad of failed attempts, I ultimately established the place. My room was situated at a very secluded corner of the building, without any other room next to it.

The large wooden door, which looked worn out because of years upon years of careless usage without any repair met my eyes. Trepidation was slipping throughout my body because of the happening that transpired just mere minutes ago. With a trembling hand, I unlocked the door and headed inside.

My eyes widened.

Instead of being welcomed by my roommate, the college faculty informed me, I was greeted by a large empty can of beer underneath my feet. On further striding into the room, I discovered more liquor bottles and scattered clothes all over. The bed was tousled, magazines and books were disorderly stationed, posters were half hung and half falling off the wall, and in different words, the room had undergone a hurricane.

Cautiously, I trudged through the room so my shoe-clad feet don't encounter glasses of broken bottles, or objects that were laying on the floor.

There stood the giant wall that separated both the room.

My legs carried me further to another side, The space was just tidy enough to show someone has taken great care but chaotic enough to let me know someone was in haste.

A single bed touched the wall followed by a small cabinet, I took a seat on the bed, and the smell of alcohol dawdling in the air hit my nostrils.

The room was adequate but the only deprivation was secrecy, there was no door present. It was a small comfortable space in which I was going to stay until the end of my final year. I had a roommate and I hoped she would come soon, I wondered if we could be good friends but judging the room condition, I find it complicated.

I looked around soaking in the feeling that I am far away from home, studying in my dream college. Often my mind was wandering back to home, back to my mom, raising multiple questions on the surface but significantly one.

Would have she remembered that I am gone, if so, would she be hurt?

I knew, after being sober up she must have undoubtedly found my letter, so why didn't she call me yet? I was disappointed, probably she didn't care anymore.

A few minutes later, as my gaze was basking the reality, from another side, the creaking and slamming of the door caught me off guard.

Only one thought came to my mind.

My roommate is here.

Confusion clouded my mind upon hearing multiple tumultuous laughter and commotion.

Did my roommate bring people over here?

Before I pushed myself to look into the matter, a familiar voice interrupted me, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

I stood frozen in place as my eyes witnessed the same person from the group of people who had earlier been the reason behind my turmoil.

There he stood, in all his glory with a scowl plastered to his face.

I gulped.

My heart started to perform a somersault in my stomach.

I unlocked my mouth to answer but no words came out, I was terrified of being unknown of his reaction to my action earlier today. That time, I fled but what about now?