Rizzy.

Friend?

It was an average Sunday afternoon, one month after Al's suicide. Rizzy still had been depressed since she saw him hanging from that tree. She's never experienced such trauma before.

Rizzy sat at her kitchen table with her head laying down on it and looking towards the fridge. Her kitty nudged at her a bit to get her attention but she paid no mind and was too sad to do much of anything at the moment. Or even at all. She didn't understand why she was so sad. She's only seen and talked to Al one time.

With a soft sigh, she sat her head up and looked down at her cat and went to pet it, before the cat ran off into another room. Rizzy frowned and shook her head before standing up and stretching to go to her fridge for some booze. Pretty ironic. She doesn't normally drink either.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Rizzy attempted to ignore it and make whoever was at the door think that she wasn't at home, although her only car was parked in front of the sidewalk in front of the yard of her house.

The knock got louder.

"Jesus Christ-" She set the booze down on the table and slowly walked to the door as she was already annoyed by the loud knocking which was already making her go nuts.

Opening the door with a bit of a slam, she saw a man..

The man looked like some sort of stereotypical pimp, but she wasn't going to question him about his appearance. He had a large grin going ear to ear, and looked straight at her. She was already freaked out and they haven't spoke yet during their awkward silence.

Rizzy decided to break the silence.

"Can..I help you?" Rizzy said softly as she glanced up and down him, examining his odd appearance.

"My name's Marshel Jenkins. Spelled with E and L at the end," He grabbed her hand and shook it, he had way too many shiny rings on. "What's yours, lady?" He had a slight English accent, it was so faint it was almost unnoticeable sometimes.

"..Rizzy." She responded politely and sighed. "Why are you here?"

"....."

Rizzy blinked and stood there awkwardly. This guy was pretty eerie.

"Can I be your roommate for a bit? I'll pay you. And help pay the bills."

"..Uhm.." Rizzy got even more awkward and thought for a moment. What if he was some sort of killer? Criminal? What's with the pimp get up? What if he kills HER?? Just say no already and tell him to fuck off!

"Sure."

God dammit Rizzy.

"Come in. I have a guest room you could have."

She's insane!

Marshel stepped inside and glanced around the living room. The house was much larger from the inside than the outside. On the top far left of the downstairs there was the small kitchen, with a closet to left near the kitchen and the living room automatically visible once inside.

"So uhm. You from the UK?" Rizzy asked him and he looked at her after examining the house.

"Well, yes I am. Was, " He took off his hat and set it on the coffee table, "I moved here when I was four."

"Oh. Alright. Cool. Okay." She mumbled. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked.

"No." He sat down on the couch and stretched out, taking up the whole couch and made himself comfortable and looked up.

She scratched the back of her head and gulped. What was she going to do?? What if he was a vampire! She just let him into her house!! Rizzy was pretty much a coward and anxious of everything. She was still scared that the 'ghosts and monsters' were going to come after her in the dark. So to sum it up yes she's still scared of the dark. She's 24!

"How old are you?" She finally asked.

"28." He replied and looked at her and sat normally.

Old man Jenkins. Hehe.

"Okay. Let me get this straight. I just invited a stranger into my home and now he's my roommate!" She raised her voice as it was normally soft and quiet, but not angry.

"How am I a stranger? I just told you my name and who I was." He chuckled.

"I just met you." She balled her fists and huffed, "What am I doing? Leave please..!"

"Oh but, Rizzy. You do know me. Trust ME. You've always known me. I've known you. We're friends. You made me, Rizzy. YOU made me."

"...What....?"