I knew you had told me to stop doing it.

My first year at Nevermore. It’s been an odd first month or so, managing to acquire a zombie friend afyer being devoid of any human ones… however, you were always kind. Agnes’s RA. A year older, you already knew my sister when I joined, anticipated my antics.

I’d began coming to your dorm during the evenings, only to ask random questions. To speak to you. But of course, I couldn’t help myself. I began to watch you sleep.

You’d always seemed so peaceful, the sight of you resting in my presence always helping me aid to my own comfort, and leaving before you woke up… however, one night, you caught me. Though you weren’t mad, you simply told me it was something I wasn’t allowed to do. Understandable… and yet I never even felt guilty.

But now, here I am, festering in your desk chair as I dutifully watch your chest rise and fall as you slumber… when you twitch. Stirring. Shoot.