dark side. || r.s.l.

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part two.
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The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone in the kitchen. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, a burning pain immediately growing behind my eyelids. I still had my makeup on.

     Squeezing my eyes shut, I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my face and opened my eyes to look at myself in the mirror. A pair of big, grey eyes stared back at me, messy, dark brown hair surrounding the pale, slim face that the eyes belonged to. I was still wearing yesterday's clothes, my work outfit.

     A dry, paper-like taste filled my mouth and I looked down to grab my toothbrush, only to find out that a spider had settled down besides the sink. And not just one of those daddy long legs. A big one. A big, hairy, black, fat spider, and I felt him staring up at me with his eight eyes.

     So naturally, I screamed.

     I screamed again when a complete stranger ran into the bathroom, asking me what was wrong. I stepped back and the back of my knees hit the toilet, causing me to sit down on it. Thank god it was shut. It would've been embarrassing if I fell through it, with my bum inside the toilet, if you know what I mean. It's happened before.

     "What's wrong?" the stranger asked again, but then he noticed the spider. I just sat there, more confused than ever as I watched the stranger sighed and grab a piece of toilet paper before he picked up the spider. He opened the window and threw it out.

     But he didn't throw it out. The spider fell, on the ground, and began to run. Another scream escaped my throat as the little fucker ran across the bathroom floor, around my feet, and into my bedroom. I gasped as I watched it disappear under my bed.

     "Are you crazy?" I exclaimed, looking at the blonde guy who was standing next to the open window, the crumpled piece of paper still in his hand. One sad spider leg poked out of it and I gagged.

     "No, I'm Ross," the guy said. I then remembered him.

      I got to my feet and then realised how damn tall he was. He was one head bigger than me, and I had to lean my head back to look at him and try to be intimidating.

     "Well, Ross," I snapped. "Thanks for bringing an eight legged roommate into my house."

     "Seven legged," Ross said, holding up the crumpled piece of paper, the one spider leg still poking out.

     "And even if I had thrown it outside," he continued, flushing the paper and the spider leg away in the toilet, "they always come in pairs. There's probably another—"

     "There's two of those things in my house?"

     "Probably more," Ross said. "But mainly small ones. Did you know that an average human eats eight spiders in their—"

     "Shut up!"I exclaimed, sitting back down on the toilet seat, as that felt a bit more safe than standing on the same ground as at least one spider.

     "You know that they can climb on walls, right?" Ross said, leaning against the sink, a grin on his face. Asshole.

     "Shut up," I mumbled again, scanning the floor for other unknown crawling objects.

     "Didn't I tell you to leave before dawn?" I then thought out loud, looking up at Ross. He was wearing dark grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt. I remembered him wearing only black. Where did he get those clothes?

     "I knew you'd want me to leave," he said, still grinning. He ran a hand through his hair. "But I need your help."

     "And I want an explanation."

     "I'll explain everything to you, okay? I've made breakfast. We can talk while we eat."

     "Fine."

      Ross and I walked to the kitchen — I didn't take my eyes off of my bed as I walked past it. That spider was still there.

     He had made toast and pancakes. We sat down and ate, and then he began to talk.