To Be Named Later

Alix

                                                                   ALIX

                   My index finger traced the cool blade that I sat on my desk. "Hmm, no that's way too messy" I think aloud. My roommate, Joshua stared at me in annoyance. "You fucking weirdo" he said, moving his chair towards the opposite direction. "I really can't believe that I am stuck here with you for the whole semester" Joshua groaned. He stood from his chair without even looking at me "I'm filing a request  to change dorms, gettin' as far as possible from you" he called out to me as he stepped out the front door and slammed it behind him.  

                       I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed. I moved my hand down to the side an slid my fingers between the mattress and felt around for something metal. Nothing. My reaction was instantaneous as I sat up and moved the blankets around. In a panic I knock down the knife and my bedside lamp searching for my one way ticket out. Someone knocks on the door, it interrupts my frenzy of searching momentarily as I hear them speak. "Mister Pridence" It echoes. "Please open up, I need to speak with you" He says. I know who it is, I can tell by the voice. It's the Dean.

                 Slowly, I set the knife in my drawer and open the door. There stands him and a campus security guard. "You need to come with me" He says sternly while motioning at the Officer. His face is tense with underlining sympathy, I open my mouth to speak but before I can I become distracted by the feeling of metal bracelets wrapping around my wrists. I'm being arrested? "Sir I don't understand-" I try to say but I get cut off. "I know" he says "I'm worried". Taking a deep breath I look up to face him but something catches my eye.

                  A man around my age passes by and stares at me. He glared at me and watched as the guard pushed me into the wall. The guard grabs me by my arm and pulls me off toward the front office, We go from my room to there without as much as one word.

                Being set set down in a small office with two chairs, I become frustrated. This is a place I've been more than a dozen times before. "Mister Pridence" He began "Let me start off by asking WHY you have a  Semi- Automatic Smith and Wesson pistol under your bed". My heart drops.  I sigh and mutter to myself  "God" ... "help me".