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Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London.
1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventuall...
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Jackie woke slowly. The kind of slowly where consciousness and dreamland mingled into one while you started to come to your senses. As if the world around you gradually faded into place. It was first one blink, then the second, then a third, and on the fourth blink, she heard something. Frowning to herself, she laid still as she tried to decipher what the sound was. It was metallic, as if trying to fit a key into a key hole that didn't fit. Rustling it around as if it would magically work. It was then that Jackie realised that that was exactly what she was hearing. Sitting bolt upright in bed, she glanced toward her bedroom door that led down the stairs and to the front door. It was still going on, growing more frantic as time went on. Jackie felt her heart beating hard. Felt herself begin to sweat. Felt her breathing quickening. The sound got louder and louder. Angrier and angrier. Until, suddenly, it stopped.
Terrified out of her mind, Jackie listened out for anything. Any indicator that she had just been overreacting. Something telling her she was dreaming. Anything to explain what she had just experienced. She felt her chest begin to ache. Now was not the time to have a panic attack. Especially since she still had to figure out who had made that sound and why. But then she heard the light tap of footsteps. And, at the speed of light, Jackie shot down into a sleeping position. With her duvet covering her entire body and her eyes closed from the world. Deliberate footsteps sounded up the small set of stairs leading up to the second landing, Jackie bit into her duvet to stop her panic attack. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, into her duvet.
The door into Tiana's room opened, then closed. Jackie's eyes shot up, the grip her jaw had on her duvet slackened. Staying quiet, Jackie listened out for anything, never sure what, but she listened. If Tiana was attacked by someone, she was ready to jump out of her bed and get the pair of scissors from her desk. Time passed, Jackie wasn't sure how long, but she was still listening intently. It wasn't till the silence had droned on for too long that Jackie started piecing things together.
Tiana must've just gone to the toilet and not managed to unlock the door as the lock could be a bit tricky sometimes. Jackie, in her delirious sleepy state, had drawn the dramatic and worst-case-scenario conclusion as always. She sat up, feeling her ankle ache as she dangled it over the edge of her bed, blood rushing down to it again and making it pound with pressure. Reaching over to her bedside table for her water bottle, Jackie noticed as she brought it back to her face, that her hand was shaking. In fact, her entire body was shaking. She slowed her breathing and took a sip of the cold liquid, letting it sooth her alert nerves and lull her limbs back to drowsiness.
