My Roommate Isn't A Vampire

Day 6

I woke up and looked at the clock on my desk. 5:45 in the morning. I groaned and rolled off of bed, knowing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anyway. I quickly grabbed my clothes and headed for the showers. When I got there, I saw the security guard from the previous night showering. I set my clothes down in a bin and walked into the adjacent shower.

"Good morning," I greeted.

The security guard jumped and covered herself. When she saw who I was, she sighed and relaxed. "Oh, its just you. How are you Caroline?"

"I'm pretty good," I yawned as I turned on the shower. "I woke up early so I just started getting ready. Did you read it all?"

"Not yet. I've only gotten through days one and two."

"So what do you think?"

The sound of the showers filled the room for a period of time. "Was your life really that crazy?"

"It still is," I said as I reached for the soap bar. As soon as I touched the soap bar, it slipped off of the rack and slipped into the next shower. "I guess I won't use soap today."

"Here." I turned to see the security guard handing me a bottle of soap. "I'll let you keep this. It'll be easier to avoid trouble that way."

I grinned and took the bottle. "That's only in the mens' showers, you know that right?"

She laughed. "You never know." We both laughed together for a few moments before the security guard said, "My name is Lori."

"Nice to meet you, Lori," I said.

She nodded and scrubbed her body down. "How is your life here?"

I shook my head. "Jackson is still being his normal self. Stalking me and entering my room to make sure nothing's changed." I sighed. "Sometimes I wish he would just... I don't know, diappear or something."

Lori nodded. "If he gives you any trouble, just let me know."

"I will," I replied. I scrubbed myself down with the soap she handed me and set it down to wash myself off. "I'm still new here so what should I know?"

Lori shrugged. "I guess don't fight most of the girls. The fights between women are far more brutal than with the men."

"Really? Why is that?"

Lori shut off the water and pulled a towel down from the stall wall and started rubbing her hair down. "The men always seem to have some sense of honor when they fight. Fists only, show who's better, and be done with it. With women on the other hand, if the fight starts, only one gets to walk away alive."

I felt a chill go down my spine as a memory of a bloodied ear flashed. I fell to my knees and fought the urge to lose my stomach, only to fail as the memory of a broken nose flashed. The water rushed to clean up the chunky, orange mess but my mouth kept shooting out the disgusting liquid. More memories flashed and I felt my stomach ache. Bloodied faces, broken arms, twisted legs, bloodied tile. I couldn't hear Lori trying to talk to me but I knew she was getting worried. A few minutes later, a medical team came out and started to help me up. They wrapped me up in my towel and carried on a stretcher. My body kept trying to produce more of my stomach but it ended up trying to shoot oxygen from my lungs instead. I struggled to breathe and my memories refused to give me a break. A crying girl covering her bloodied face with her bloodied hands. Clothes torn enough to expose her body, bra straps hanging low, leg twisted impossibly. I gasped and gasped for air but it wouldn't come in a large enough dose to satisfy my dry mouth. More images. More gore. I gasped one last time before I just blacked out.