Chapter 2

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"Wrote it down on the walls, he was screaming it out. Made it clear, he's still here, are you listening now?"

Allison's pov:

2 weeks later.

The last few weeks have been absolute madness. Insanity. My Mother's anxiety has been through the roof for some reason. She snaps every time I try to talk to her, and she's always getting head aches.

I leaned my head against the cool window, 4 hours until Stanford and my Mom had the air conditioning on full blast. I reached for my sweater and pulled it over my shoulders. Only 4 more hours.

So for the last four hours of that car ride I put in my head phones and shuffled my playlist.

When we arrived at Stanford I hoped right out of the car and stretched in the sun. Finally my life can actually begin. It might be a little late but there's nothing I could do about it.

"Allison, come help me dear."

I smiled practically ear to ear and went to the trunk of the car to help my mom with my belongings.

I grabbed most of the heavy stuff while my Mom took two duffle bags. As she was about to close the trunk of the car a couple items fell out of one of the duffle bags she was holding. She groaned and started to stuff the objects back into the duffle bag only to stop when she came across the grocery bag.

"Allison...honey whats in here?"

"Oh," I smiled, eager to show her the pictures I found of her when she was little, "these are some old pictures of you I found! Look how cute!"

I opened the plastic grocery bad and took out one of the frames, showing it to her.

"Allison where on Earth did you find that?" She asked snatching it out of my hands.

"In the back of my closet, I thought you must've given them to me when I was little."

My Mother stared at the picture frames before meeting me gaze and whispering, "this isn't me."

I almost laughed at how hurt she was by the fact I thought it was her.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I thought it was you!" I chuckled, "so is it Aunt Anne? Or my cousin Laura?"

My Mom shook her head, "Honey I have no clue who these children are, and how you got these photos."

Utter shock came to me. I had no clue what to think. If Mother hadn't given these to me...then who could've?

All of a sudden it hit  me, "Mom...Dad must've given them to me."

A wave of relief washed over my Mothers features as she said, "Maybe you're right. Well...you can keep them to remember him. Let's go...hopefully we can get to your dorm before your new roommate does."

As planned, we got to my dorm before my roommate did. I was excited to meet my new roommate. Maybe her and I could become best friends! Like sisters!

I sighed looking at the dorm, I was going to be so happy here.

"Allison could you put your sheets on your bed?" My Mother, who was busy stowing away all of my class items into the desk on my side of the room, asked.

"Sure thing." I grinned.

I put my sheets on my new bed and then put on my comforter and my throw pillows.

I was about to help my mother decorate the shelves with some of my items, but the door to my door loudly kicked open.

My Mother and I both gasped purely out of shock, but settled down when we saw an angry, but short, girl walk into the dorm.

She was mumbling incoherent words to herself while looking around the floor. This must be my new roommate. I decided to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Allison. You must be my new roommate."

She scoffed, "Yeah, think again. I've been to this college for two years and I'm finally getting out of here."

She had a heavy accent, but I couldn't tell where from. Australia? Sweden? No, hm. I wonder.

"Wait, what do you mean? You're leaving?" I asked, "why?"

She stomped over to our window and pointed at the building across the street.

"There is an INSANE ASYLUM across the street! That's crazy! Ever since I saw that I've been wanting to leave this damn college." She muttered the last part.

I felt kind of hurt by the fact she was so scared of the Asylum patients. I hoped she knew they are people too...but I decided to let it go.

"Oh, but the Psychology students get to go there for practice...I think that's amazing."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh...your one of them. Well, I'm out of here, have fun with the crazies."

She picked up a big on the floor that I hadn't noticed was there and left.

I was feeling quite a bit offended...but she was already gone so I couldn't defend myself. She just doesn't understand the human mind, and what goes on inside of it.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you come here..." My Mother mumbled but continued to unpack everything.

After about two hours everything was unpacked. I would have to go grocery shopping soon.

"Alright sweetie...well you know I will come to visit every now and then." My Mom sounded like she was actually going to miss me.

"I love you Mom." I said and hugged her.

Seemingly shocked, she didn't return the hug at first but eventually she wrapped her arms around me.

I closed the door, and locked it, after she left and fell on to my bed. This was it! No roommate, a big dorm all to myself, my own kitchen, own bathroom, and own tv! This college must've been expensive...but I guess with Mom having no other child to raise and send off to college it must be okay.

I waited for the water of my own shower to turn hot before I stepped in. All of the anxiety and stress and worries melted down the drain. I started classes tomorrow and I was SO excited for Psychology. It was my longest class, four hours long on average. For the first semester we were told class time may vary to longer lengths. I wonder why.

I turned off the water and stepped out. This was going to be great.

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HEY EVERYONE!! IM SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG I LITERALLY GOT LOCKED OUT AND I HAD TO TRY EVERYTBJNG FOR ABOUT TWO HOURS YESTTERDAY TO GRT IT BACK AND I FINALLY DOD IM SK THANKFUL. Xx thanks for reading!

Word count: 1118

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