Mare's Nests

August, at my fourth year in College

"Yo Mnemosyne, did you guys fail your research course last semester?"

I looked up at my block mate and squinted my eyes. No one was supposed to know that.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know Sam is our group mate this semester for the thesis but she keeps on skipping our deadlines. When we confronted her, she said since you guys flunked last semester's research course you have been giving her tasks to make up for it"

I felt my breathing being heavier. How could she..

"We passed our book bind research months ago, so how did she got the idea that we flunked?"

"I told you, Sam was lying to us. Must have been too lazy to participate in our graduation thesis"

"That bitch"

Yes what a bitch. I clenched my fist, I never gave them any tasks to begin with. I was considerate enough to make that make-up research myself because they were so busy with the internships and the graduation thesis. But, this is how she's going to repay me? By using me as a means to ignore responsibility? She even swore that she'd never tell anyone but what the hell happened to that oath.

"Mnemosyne you okay?"

No I'm not.

"Sorry send me a text when the professor is already here."

I stood up from my seat and went to the comfort room and locked myself inside a cubicle. I pressed my nails hard in my left wrist. Please bleed self. Come on. I bit my lower lip.
I was about to scream when I heard the door open.

"I think Mnemosyne's hiding something"

That voice.. It was that of my current group mate with our graduation thesis. They're gonna talk about me?

"You think Sam was telling the truth? About how they failed with the research course last semester?"

"Well could be, oh but what the heck. As long as she's the leader of our group it would go well."

"Yeah well she could basically do the thesis all by herself anyway so why not let her do it"

"Yeah"

I didn't realize I was already biting my lower lip hard enough that the blood was already gushing through my mouth. 

If Zev was here I wonder what he will do. I looked at my left wrist, my nails aren't sharp enough to dig into them. I stared at it for quite some time, when I heard them leave I went out of the cubicle and stared at the mirror. I caressed my neck.

"Would've been nice if I am to bleed in this part.. Maybe later at home"