Housemates (COMPLETE)

How did you do that?

After that weird encounter I drift off to sleep forgetting to brush my teeth or even change.

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I wake up the next morning with a weird headache so I head towards the  bathroom to look for some aspirin.

I open the door apparently not hearing the water running from the shower. I only realise when I hear that familiar cocky voice.

"Just can't get enough of me, can you? First my bed and then the shower."

Mentally, I freeze and the bathroom floor opens up and eats me but in real life I just quickly grab aspirin from the cupboard and speed - walk out of there.

I didn't look, gladly.  I may legally be an adult now but I have not seen ONE R rated movie EVER. And I'm not planning to.

I wait in my room after I take the aspirin and listen to see if he's left the bathroom yet.

When I finally hear him slam the door of his bedroom shut I grab my towel and my toothbrush and practically sprint to the bathroom because I don't want to face him right now.

I do my usual getting ready, a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed then go to the kitchen for breakfast.

When I get there I see him sitting on the sofa munching on a bowl of sofa watching cartoons.

Isn't he such college material.

I make myself toast and butter it and sit on the sofa opposite his.

"So, Ruth. I know you're not exactly going to respond but I have a few questions. Could you like nod or something if you can understand me?" He gets up and sits next to me on my sofa

I keep my eyes glued to the TV.

Of course I can understand him, how would I have known to leave his bedroom yesterday if I couldn't?

"Okay, I guess you can."

Um, how do you know?

"Have you been like this your whole life?"

Yes, now shut up I'm watching TV.

"I thought so. You seem quite comfortable with yourself. I admire that." He takes another spoon of his Lucky Charms

Okay, why is he just assuming my answer and how is he always getting it right?

Hey

He just said he admires me.

Why thank you.

"It's true. You don't seem to communicate in any way, do you? Not even a reaction? Do you ever cry? What if you got hurt, do you just get up and keep going? What if someone you love passes away?"

I don't cry

Not even when I broke my leg when I was seven. Not even when I left for college. Not even when my dad passed away.

All these questions made me feel like some kind of alien entering this planet.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend."

Okay, this is getting weird.

Not even my psychiatrist can tell what I'm feeling. Nobody can.

This whole time he was staring into my eyes while I was staring away.

I had my last bit of my toast then got up hastily to wash my dish.

I felt his eyes on me, watching my every move.

I didn't look back, I just left the kitchen and sat back into my bed locking the door.

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Picture of Ruth on the side