I sighed. Maybe he was crazy. Of course it would be my luck to get a crazy roommate. That’s what happens when you live in an insane asylum.
She never smiled.
It made me uncomfortable, so of course the first thing that came out of my mouth was the question, “What’s your problem?” I raised my eyebrows as her smile faltered.
“I don’t have a problem.” She quickly tried to bring back the smile. She failed.
“Why are you smiling at me, then?” Her smile fully faded after she found out that I was onto her. She didn’t like me, nobody here did, so why the fuck was she smiling at me? Something was up and I wasn’t in the mood to play games, I just wanted answers so I could get out.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “A new patient arrived today.” She said after a moment.
There were always people coming and going in this shithole, what did that have to do with me? I shrugged my shoulders, “Okay,” I motioned for her to continue. I didn’t have time for this shit. Oh wait; I had all the time in the world. I leaned back and mimicked her relaxed expression and posture.
“He needs a room to stay in.” She said, raising her thin penciled in eyebrow. I stared at her for a moment with a questioning expression. Okay, so there was a new guy, and he needed a room – what the fuck did this have to do with me? I sighed in exasperation.
“So?” I pressed.
If she wasn’t trying to be so professional, I knew she would have rolled her eyes at me. “So,” she continued, clicking her pen. “You have an extra bed in yours.”
I blinked. She was kidding, right? I stared at her for a moment trying to read her blank expression but I couldn’t. “I’m getting a roommate?” I said after a moment’s silence, I hadn’t meant to make it sound like a question, but I was trying to figure out whether or not I understood this correctly.
She smiled again, except this time it was like a kindergarten teacher would smile at a student after they had just successfully written their name for the first time.
“Yes, Franklin. You’re getting a roommate.” She said, crossing her legs.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at her in disbelief. There was no way in Hell. “You’re shitting me.” I finally scoffed.
“No. I’m not ‘shitting’ you.” She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. I continued to stare at her intently, searching her face to find some confirmation of the sick joke she was playing; I found nothing. My mouth fell open in defeat. Shit, she was serious. “Why?” was all I could manage to get out.
“Because, you know we don’t have any other rooms available.” She continued to click her pen and it was beginning to piss me off. “Everyone else has a roommate, except for those in solitary confinement…” Her voice trailed off and I raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t you transfer someone?” I asked, taking her quick silence as an opportunity to speak.
She shook her head. “Look,” she leaned forward. “He’s staying with you and that’s final. I didn’t call you in here to ask you if it was alright, I called you in here to tell you what’s going to happen.”
I blinked, trying to conceal any trace of emotion. “Fine.” I said through my teeth. I stood up and glared down at her. “But I’m warning you; if something happens to him, it’s your fault; because you’re making him stay with me.” I tried to sound threatening, but it didn’t seem to faze her. She just waved her hand in the air, dismissing me.
I continued glaring at her for another moment before I finally stormed out of the office, being sure to slam the door as hard as I could to remind her how against this I was.
“Damn bitch.” I muttered as I made my way to my room. The reason I had never had a roommate in this hellhole was simple – I was classified as ‘dangerous’ and none of the staff thought it was wise for me to share a room with anyone. I still didn’t understand why they wanted me to now. It wasn’t just the fact that everyone thought I was ‘dangerous’, but I liked having my own room. It felt like some sort of privilege in a way, and now I felt like I was being punished because it seemed like Hart was taking that privilege away.
As I walked down the hall towards my room, thoughts began to run through my head. How old was this guy gonna be? Why was he here? And what would he be like? I didn’t have any friends here, so every time someone new showed up, I seemed to want to get to know them, if they weren’t completely crazy, of course. But with my luck, my new roommate would be absolutely insane.
The closer I got to my room, I wondered when he was going to show up. I hadn’t thought to ask Hart if they had already settled him in or not, but I was soon answered when I opened the door and walked in.
There he was, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring between the beds, as if trying to figure out which one he should take. He was a few inches taller than me, Hell everyone was taller than me, and he had pale skin, a nice complexion and shaggy black hair that fell into his eyes. He was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt – so the guy had good taste in music – a pair of grey skinny jeans and black converse. He stared at me wide eyed when I shut the door.
“You can have either one.” I mumbled. “It don’t matter.” Truth was, I slept on both beds, depending on my mood, and usually I used the other one as a place to throw my random shit.
He stared at me for a minute before moving to the one on the right. He sat his bags down quietly, and stared at the bed, as if wondering whether or not he should sit down.
I sighed. “Look, I’ve never had a roommate, and I didn’t want a roommate.” I admitted, but it didn’t seem like he was listening to me. “Never mind.” I said, blinking. He didn’t say anything. I rolled my eyes and sat on the other bed.
There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice of Mike gruffly saying, “Five minutes.” New boy jumped and I rolled my eyes. “It’s dinner time. Wash up and I’ll show you where the cafeteria is.” He still didn’t say anything, he just stared at the door in horror.
I got up and walked out into the bathroom, washing my hands. I came out, and motioned for him to go in. He quickly went in and dumped most of the soap on his hands, he rubbed it on his hands then halfway up his arms, then rinsed it off with warm water. I raised my eyebrows as he ran back to his suitcase and pulled out a towel.
“There’s one in there.” I pointed out, but he didn’t reply.
He dried off his hands and arms, then shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at the ground. I stared at him curiously for a minute. What was with this guy? “You ready?” I asked, opening the door. He nodded, but didn’t say anything. I sighed.
Maybe he was crazy. Of course it would be my luck to get a crazy guy for a roommate.
That’s what happens when you live in an insane asylum.
Author's Note- Another story that just popped into my head. Tell me what you think? x