Colours In The Rainbow

Prolouge

It was a relief to finally sleep without hearing obnoxious noises and hysterical laughter from my lunatic roommate. The day had been very rough on me and I was expecting the night to compensate. Moving is a really hard task, especially when everyone around the dorm building looks at you as if you're a space alien. Joshua; my previous roommate, was a very troubled man. He's always had issues with any sort of social situation and never really left the room. His lighters were his favourite toys. Although until yesterday he'd never really had an incident, I felt bad for the poor fellow.

Apparently he had to read out his work in Fiction Writing yesterday, and since he's a huge introvert, public speaking was not really his thing. As I recall, he stuttered and stammered a lot, even taking painfully long pauses between sentences. During the pause, he looked at his right foot and then left and to and fro until he decided to speak up again.

That must've gotten to him since I could hear him , subtly whisper his story all the while when he has playing with his lighter at night. For some reason, the lighter fell out of his hands and burnt the entire  bottom half of the curtain and a table. It woke me up suddenly when I could feel the heat till my end of the room. Anxious and disoriented, I ran out to fetch a fire extinguisher which usually hangs on the wall between every two rooms. When I was back, the fire had reached till the top portion of the curtain but not any further. In a few minutes, it was put out and there was white powdery substance all over Joshua's side of the room. Surely our audience was clapping and cheering for me like I'd just won a war. When I went to the bathroom, I saw my roommate there, the culprit. He wasn't hurt physically but I  was sure that it drove him insane since he was quivering in a corner. I realised that he ran out after me.
" Joshua, are you okay?" was all I could mutter out. He did look okay.
"N...No," that's the first word he's ever said to me," I want home. I want my mommy. I..." This was all he said before he passed out on the floor. Again, like a superhero, I had to carry him out and till the nurse's office on the first floor. Phew, seven floors of carrying that man-child really got to me.
     "What did he do this time?" Sighed the poor nurse. She was dressed in her PJs and for some reason I felt bad that I had woken her up. "It's not your fault" cried my inner conscience.
"Burned the curtain down in 8A"
" Is he hurt?"
" No, but he did faint, shall I put him on the bed?"
" Yes, I'll call the housing department and get you another dorm. Here, fill this in" She said as she handed me the form.
Funny thing is, I don't know anything about Joshua.
I decided to enlighten her," I don't know this boy." If a third person were to see this, he'd think that she just found out that Santa doesn't exist.
"Well then get me his details from anywhere." She almost screamed.
"Fine." I left the nurse's office.
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It took a lot of rummaging around for me to find Joshua's cell. I flipped it open, called his parents, went down and handed the cell to the nurse.
" You've been shifted to 5C with Chris Black" she declared as I left the room again.
Once in 8A, I packed everything I knew was mine in a suitcase in the other end of the room. Never knew I'd finally get rid of the madman.
I'd seen Chris Black around the campus a few times, exchanged salutations but nothing further than that.
His room was in a corner on the floor and it looked pretty mysterious from the outside. I knocked on the door and after a while I the lock clicked and the door swung open. Standing inside was Chris; in his pale blue striped PJs, opening the door wider and gesturing me to enter.
"Sup?" Oh my. His voice is ethereal. Wait. I can't decide what's better, his dorm room or his voice.
The first thing one would notice when they set foot in the room or should I art gallery is of course his paintings. There are exquisite canvases lying around every corner within the four walls. It's weird how he keeps  them on the ground like they're old sweatshirts and not majestic pieces of art. All of them are abstract with mind bobbling patterns and designs.
We spoke for a while about hobbies, frats, Joshua and since it was very late, we decided to sleep. 
What a day!