Save Me, Stranger | A Dialogue Story

[3] - Satanic Dorm Room

female lead | stranger

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"You have time to talk?"

"How convenient. I just got off of work."

"Oh yeah? Where do you work?"

"Well I have two jobs. One at Chipotle and another as a barista in our town college."

"Really?"

"Yep. My friends make fun of me for it all the time."

"I think it's pretty cool."

"Really?"

"Heck yeah. What's your favorite drink?"

"Triple, Venti, half sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato."

"..."

"I got lost at 'Triple'. That sounded like such a white girl order."

"Hey, don't insult my inner white girl. She's sensitive."

"I apologize from the bottom of my heart."

"..."

"That's the most sarcastic thing I've heard all day, and the people I hang out with speak Sarcasm as a first language."

"Wow. You must get annoyed a lot."

"Not really. I've known them a long time. So tuning them out is second nature by now."

"That's good."

"Yeah.."

"So you wanted to talk?"

"J-Just in general."

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, tired mostly."

"Of what?"

"..."

"..."

"That's the first time someone has ever asked me that."

"What about your boyfriend?"

"He just thinks the piles of homework I get every day is why."

"But it's not, right? It's more than that."

"...yeah."

"..."

"How is it so easy to talk to you?"

"Cause I'm that damn awesome."

"Ha. Ha."

"Kidding. Maybe it's 'cause you just need someone that won't judge you."

"I guess..."

"I just don't want to worry him. He's all I have."

"What am I, chopped liver?"

"That's different."

"Does he know we talk?"

"No...is that bad?"

"Not at all. It's not like we're flirting or anything. I've had my fair share of relationships and stuff. Just want to focus on other things, you know?"

"Kinda. This is my first boyfriend and we started dating like eleven months ago."

"Oh wow."

"Pathetic, I know—"

"No, it's not. That's unique, and in a good way."

"How so?"

"Cause fifteen year olds these days have like one week relationships before going out with someone else."

"That's ridiculous. How can someone get over someone else so quickly?"

"Cause they're soul-less demons sent by the devil."

"Right?!"

"Like damn, control yourself haha."

"..."

"Anyways umm, we keep getting side tracked."

"Right..."

"..."

"..."

"What's been making you so tired recently?"

"I don't know..."

"It's...little things that build up over time. Every day is the same. Wake up to an annoying roommate that never stops complaining about her love life—or lack thereof. Go to class. Go to work. Come back for another class. See my boyfriend that pays more attention to his friends. Go home to that satanic cramped dorm room. Sleep. And wake up to an empty bed."

"Hm."

"So you're getting bored of how days are played on an endless loop and your boyfriend doesn't seem to make time for you."

"I mean...I guess, yeah—but he also works like twenty-four seven and never sees his friends so it's ok."

"Are you sure? When was the last time you guys went on a date?"

"Uh—"

"..."

"We.."

"Oh it was like..."

"..."

"Well we were—"

"..."

"I don't know."

"Talk to him about it. If there isn't communication then he'll have no idea how you feel."

"Thanks...Stranger. I enjoyed this chat."

"I did too...Stranger."

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Looks like our female protagonist is having her own "Happy Death Day" situation...sort of...😂
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