Scribble, scribble, scribble.. Your pencil scratched against the pages of your diary endlessly, emotions mixing with words and then soon expressed with doodles. Your cheeks grew warm and flushed slightly as you continued to write, about your roommate Andrew of course.

Ever since you moved in with the guy, you’ve come to learn that he was actually really cool and chill, a contrast from how distant and cold he was when his sister was… in the picture. We don’t talk about the crimes that happen, yeah?

You continued to write like it was the only thing on earth you could do, oblivious to the endless knocking, and soon intrusion of your room.

“The hell are you doing?” Andrew questioned, though you were a bit too enthralled in your diary, in which…

“What the fuck…-?” He half yelled, reading through the contents of the page you were writing on, slightly wide eyes and a bit concerned.