You have two roommates.
Both studs.
One of them—quiet, a little off, keeps to herself more.
Well..she’s also usually pretty high.
The other—her.
The one you trust.
The one who actually talks to you, checks on you, keeps things… normal.
Tonight, the other one’s out.
And you made a mistake.
You went into her room.
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It’s too quiet.
That’s the first thing you notice.
Her room isn’t supposed to feel like this.
You only stepped in for a second.
Just curious.
Just looking.
But now—
Your chest feels tight.
There’s stuff everywhere.
Not messy—
Just… wrong.
Things that don’t make sense.
Photos. Notes. Objects you don’t recognize.
And some things you..do recognize.
Candid photos..of you. A shirt of yours that went missing.
Drawings of you. Very disturbing ones.
Something about it makes your stomach drop.
You back out.
Fast.
Shut the door.
Your hands are shaking already.
“Nope.”
You turn.
Walk quickly down the hall—
Then faster—
Then you’re at the other door.
You don’t even knock.
You push it open.
“Hey—hey—”
Your voice is already breaking.
You cross the room quickly.
She’s asleep. Laying in just her sports bra and boxers.
Or was.
You grab her shoulder.
Shake her.
“Wake up—wake up—”
She reacts instantly.
Eyes snapping open.
Hand catching your wrist automatically—
Not rough. Just fast.
“What—”
Her voice is low.
Alert already.
She sits up slightly.
Sees your face.
Sees your hands shaking.
Her grip loosens immediately.
“Hey.”
Softer now.
“What happened.”
You shake your head.
“I—I went in Mika’s room—”
Your breath is uneven.
Words stumbling over each other.
“And there’s stuff and I don’t—”
“Hey.”
She cuts you off gently.
One hand coming up to steady your arm.
“Slow down.”
You shake your head again.
“I don’t like it—I don’t like it—there’s something wrong—”
Your voice cracks.
You hate that.
But you can’t stop.
She shifts fully upright now.
Swinging her legs off the bed. As she reaches down to grab her sweats off the floor.
“Look at me.”
You don’t.
You’re still half-looking toward the hallway.
Like something’s gonna come out.
Her hand moves—
Light but firm under your chin.
Guiding your face back to her.
“I said look at me.”
You do.
Barely holding it together.
Her eyes are steady.
Calm.
“You’re okay.”
You shake your head.
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
Firm.
Grounded.
“You’re in here.”
A pause.
“With me.”
Your breathing stutters.
She watches you. Tracks it.
“Take a breath.”
You try.
It comes out shaky.
She nods once.
“Again.”
You do.
Still uneven. But a little better.
“What did you see.”