The Edward.

I once had a very peculiar roommate a while back. I'm going to call her S for the sake of privacy. Let me just say, the S did not stand for sane. I promise you.

 

She was one of those types of roommates you don't expect to exist, save for in the tortured minds of the people who brought us The Roommate. I've never seen it, for fear that it could've caused me some sort of paranoia-induced panic attack knowing that same person could be lurking two doors down.

Here's a lovely story about S. At my old dorm, everyone had their own room, their own door, their own privacy. I was sound asleep at about 7 am, like normal college people are. Suddenly, my dreams quickly transformed into a nightmare that I was being watched. This feeling continued on and on, until I could no longer stand it.

That's when I realized this was no dream. And in fact, there S was, watching me sleep, in the same disturbing way a sparkling vampire would stare at a sleeping Bella Swan after climbing in through the window. I regret seeing that movie because he watches her sleep because he's bored.

Creepy. I still shudder every time I think about it. But many questions still go through my mind to this day. Why would she need a bus schedule? How would picking my lock and searching through my room while watching me sleep solve that? Was she even looking for a bus schedule or was that only an excuse? How did she even get in my room?  Who would make vampires sparkle? I still don't really know the answers to any of them.

All I do know is that this face right here:

still haunts my days and nights, forcing me to lock my door.* That, and there were at least 50 bus schedules stacked neatly in the lobby.

*Not really. At least not 100%. I'm totally embellishing some of the story bits, such as her being in my nightmares and being a complete emotional mess. S is a really fun person although I really did find her creepin' in my room one cold morning. She's an awesome friend and I trust if she were to stumble upon this one day, she wouldn't take this seriously. She knows me and survived being my roommate for a year. And that's saying something. I once poured my drawing materials out my door because I couldn't work in my room as it was too destroyed...