Strange

1. Jen

"So this is where you'll be staying for a while. What do you think?" A chipper young woman asked me as she walked through the front door, me right behind her.

"It's nice, I guess", I mumbled as I struggled to keep up with the woman. She was way too happy to be working at a place like this. 'She must be as insane as everyone else here', I thought to myself as I tuned her out to get away from her rambling.

We passed countless plain white hallways before we reached what I assumed was our destination.

The lady (whose name I now knew was Sunny) opened up the door with some funny badge thing she had around her neck.

"Here is where you'll be staying along with your roommate. I'm sure you two will get along just fine." Sunny smiled reassuringly at me.

Inside of the room was a small girl sitting on a bed to the side of the entrance. She looked up and stared at me with big blank eyes. I shivered under her gaze. It was like her brown eyes were trying to find out every little secret that I had hiding in every little corner and crevice of my soul. She was already kind of creeping me out.

It took me a second to notice the scars.

She was wearing a sort of hospital gown kind of dress that left her arms and legs uncovered. All up and down those exposed parts of her body was covered in scars. They were literally everywhere. I had thought that I had it bad by cutting up a small section of my shoulder. Boy how wrong I was.

Black hair framed her head, ending just above her shoulders. Her bangs hung down straight over her forehead and she had what seemed like a white surgical mask covering her from her nose to her chin. I could see a big scar poking out from the top of the mask and ending just under her eye.

I couldn't help but notice how quickly she had avoided eye contact after checking to see who I was.

"I'm Queenie", She spoke softly. "Please leave me alone."

I turned around and gave Sunny a look. She smiled sympathetically at me.

'Get along just fine my ass' I thought to myself as I set my things down and prepared for what was probably going to be the worst month of my life.