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His amber eyes glittered from the florescent he sat under ,his iris looked green ,the absence of light in his skin color seemed very obvious, he appeared unusually squat from the angle I viewed ,he mysteriously ate his finger nail so deep and licked the blood that appeared, he made it seem delicious. His overriding timid look was very much present.
“Why are you just standing there, close the door and come in or stay out and save us the mosquitoes”

I hadn’t decided if I was ready to come in, I got in anyway. My room suddenly seemed formidable I felt nyctohylophobic, an offensive, musty, acrid and overpowering smell was dominant. The whole place reeked of cigarette smell; my eyes fell on the white bed sheet on the bed. It still had my blood stain on it; he did not grace the bed with a fresh one.

My mind went on a quick memory lane, it was just last night, life in the room was all shades of rosy until he began his eccentric attitude. I had earlier perceived cigarette and confronted Femi my roommate of one week about it, he got angry in an intense way not interesting to the victim but would pass for comic relief for a third party and left the room. He came back an hour later and stormed into the bathroom that was the last of him that night.
My loud 4am phone alarm forced my eyes open as always and I  felt a piercing pain ,I managed to feel the spot, it came from my back, it felt horrifying , deep and rough  all I could picture it look like was a ground ploughed with hoe, the way the hoe made the loamy rough. It was traumatizing , I couldn’t explain any of it, did I sleepwalk,  was it Femi? Femi couldn’t hurt a fly, worst case scenario he got possess, why didn’t the pain wake me ,I managed to tap Femi who still slept

“Shit!” he exclaimed.

“Did you sleepwalk, did u fall on a knife” he asked on and on, I wished I could answer any of those

I made my way to the bathroom to wash my mouth, and the blood off my back, a nauseating smell slapped my face as the door swung open, I examined the white substance on the floor, and it was semen.

“Did u get your back stitched “Femi asked bringing me back to reality

“Yes “I replied

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I abruptly grew to love night classes I read long hours after class hours, took unnecessary strolls, anything to keep me out of my room, things got more mysterious, Femi evolved into an intolerable specie, his frequent temper loss and the strange drama that followed, the hard drugs i stumbled on every once in a while, the semen I came across almost at every corner of the room not to mention the frequent mysterious injuries I got in my sleep mostly after I confronted Femi.

“Hey! Hello! Hey! Hello” a female voice called continuously from behind me, as I made my way around school, it sounded orchestra like the soprano didn’t blend well with the already hot sun

“Good afternoon”

“Afternoon “I muttered back

“You are Femi’s roommate right?”

“Can I give you this to deliver “? She said not waiting for a reply

“Sure”, what’s in it?”

“ it’s a drug and there's an injection too”

“Okay”i said taking it from her hand

“ is he sick or something”

“No” she replied

“So what's the drug for”

“I don't know exactly but it’s for deep sleep, and the injection is a toradol injection, the toradol injection is used to inject its victim so you would feel nothing it’s mostly used in stitching , i don't know what he uses it for but he is your roommate, i should be asking you though ” she explained further even if I didn’t ask, maybe my confused gesture gave me away