T E M E R I T Y • Yandere

CH. 3 ↬The Damned Trapdoor

It has been a week ever since I moved into college and classes are starting soon. Mrs. Herringstone managed to get me a roommate after a few days. Inside, I felt disappointed that I can't have this luxurious dorm all to myself, and probably can't have any alone time if she moves in.

She came in a day later with the same look as me — bags on either side of her shoulders and trolleys rolling in each side. Her name was Shiela. She was timid and shy, I also recently found out she was from Britain. Taking the course of medicine.

It was awkward trying to start a conversation when she would always answer me with either a nod or a single word which usually leads to a dead end.
But soon enough. I melted the ice and she was slowly being social towards me. Having her wasn't such a fuss than I thought.

Right now, she's currently making me different kind of teas. After telling her I haven't tasted/drank one in my entire life.

"Here you go. This one is camomile tea. Hopefully you won't spit this out like when you tasted green tea." She said, her thick British accent present in each words.

"Yeah... Hopefully this doesn't taste like green tea either." I laughed.

I took a sip from the cup provided in the dorm and my eyes lit up. The taste was divine that I downed the whole cup immediately.

"Hey! Slow down!" She advised. I sighed in delight and set the cup down the coffee table. "You like it don't you?" She asked smirking.

"Absolutely. I used to think all tea tastes like trees and leaves." I responded.

"(Y/N), I'm going out to buy a few pastries at the café outside the university campus. Would you like anything for me to buy?" Shiela put on a beanie and adjusted her turtle neck in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection waiting for a response.

"No thanks. Stay safe Shiela." I said while scrolling through Instagram to find anything interesting.

"Alright. See you soon." With that, she left.

I groaned and threw my phone across the couch. I slowly slithered down the couch to the floor with a light thud and laid there for a while.

I stared at the ceiling, observing the dark brown patterns and pillars. My eyes landed on a lining near the corner of the room. It was shaped into a square, as if it was a trap door but there weren't any handles or strings to open it.

Strange. How come there are any attics in a building? Let alone a girl's dormitory building.

I stand up and grabbed the stool chair from the kitchen islands and stood on top of it with a broom in hand. I poked the trap door (?) With enough force.

It stayed there for a couple of moments. I was slowly loosing patience, I hit it with such strong force the trap door opened. A ladder connected to the door fell and opened right in front of me, as if waiting for me to take it's steps.

I coughed for a couple of minutes. The dust going through my lungs when the door bursted open. I grabbed my flashlight and light it across the what seems to be an attic.

There weren't anything there but a couple of boxes covered with a white cloth. A yellow feather duster rested on top. I slowly lifted my foot but stopped when I heard footsteps.

It must be Sheila.

I quickly hop off and closed the trap door, made sure I placed a small rope in between the trapdoor and closed it. I rushed to put the stool back and sat back at the couch acting like I just sat there for the whole time.

"I got you Starbucks (Y/N)! Though I'm not familiar with American beverages, I got you a plain simple coffee instead." Sheila handed me the cup, my eyes landed on the scones that was inside the plastic bag she was holding.

She noticed where my eyes were leading and raised the plastic. "Want some?" She asked. I shook my head no and stand up from my seat.

"Do you think scones here taste exactly the same back in England?" I asked, taking a sip from the coffee she bought for me.

She shrugged. "I don't know. But might as well try it to cure this feeling they call homesick." She sighed and took a bite.

I can see her face contour into a sour expression as she forced the pastry down her throat. "Its too dry, and I think they added too much flour in this." She said, holding the urge to spit it out.