My Roommate Isn't A Vampire

Day 7: Morning

I opened my eyes to find myself back on John's couch, covered in a soft and smooth blanket. When I looked toward his desk, I saw a cup of hot chocolate resting on a small coffee table in front of the couch. When I reached for it, the table slid closer to me until the table touched the couch.

"There you go," John said as he appeared in my field of view. "Good to see you're still alive."

"What happened?" I asked as I rubbed my forehead.

"You got in a fight with Hubert," John said as he walked back to his desk. "Jackson was with you, according to the report. The guards are getting sick and tired of you two."

"Both of us?" I picked up the glass and took a small sip of the chocolate water. "What has Jackson done?"

"Jackson has been caught trying to spy on you in the female-only sections of the prison, he fights with prisoners who talk crap about you, and, his latest offense, fighting with the guards." John pulled out a bag of gummy worms and popped open the bag. He raised it to his face, took a sniff and sighed. "Nothing like the smell of gummy worms to motivate you in the afternoons."

I spit my hot chocolate. "It's noon!?"

"Yep. I had to cancel twelve meetings to make sure you are okay and to make sure you were ready for the next chapter in your little story."

I rubbed my arms and felt the teeth marks in my arms. "I don't really know..."

John gave me a sad smile as he popped a worm into his mouth. "Then lets make it simple. Just start from the beginning of your day. If you get uncomfortable halfway through, I'll let you stop and we'll take a break, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

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I woke up in the arms of Phillip. He was staring off into the distance with a strange look, almost as if he was thinking about how the day would go that day. When I sat up, Phillip jumped and let me go.

"G-good morning," he greeted nervously.

"Good morning," I yawned. I took a moment to remember the events of yesterday and said, "We got our asses kicked, didn't we."

"It's my fault," Phillip said. "I shouldn't have fought with him earlier."

"It wasn't your fault, Phillip." I stood up from the couch and stretched. "That guy fights everyone who tries to make a name for themselves and wins. He has a flawless score. We couldn't win if we knew how to fight better."

"Then why did we fight?"

I hesitated as I tried to think about an answer. "I don't know," I finally said as I headed to the kitchen. "I guess I wanted a rematch."

Phillip stood up and walked into the kitchen, rubbing his arms as he walked in. "Are you cold?"

"No," I said as I popped two slices of bread into the toaster. "Why? Are you?"

"Yeah," Phillip said. He slipped on his jacket and beanie. "It feels like I'm in a refrigerator."

I sighed. "It can't be that cold."

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I felt a chill crawl up my body and I doubled over to keep warm. I wrapped the blanket tightly around me and shivered. "Speaking of cold, what's the temperature in this room?"

John glanced behind him and shrugged. "I usually keep it at 74 degrees. Why?"

"Nothing," I said as I breathed into my hands. "Let's continue."