“Why the hell are you sitting home
alone on a Friday night?” I greeted my roommate, Darci.
She didn’t
reply as I dropped my purse and apron on the counter closest to the door, and
walked over to the sofa, where she was hidden beneath at least ten pounds of
blankets. I hadn’t seen her since this morning, but it looked like she hadn’t
moved all day. I gasped when I caught sight of her once round face, which had
grown thin during the five hours I’d spent at work. Her glassy eyes took a long
time to focus on me, but when they did I couldn‘t help noticing they‘d taken a
whitish tone.
“You look
like crap,” I said before I could stop myself. I had a habit of saying whatever
popped into my head, which sometimes got me into trouble, but Darci had never
seemed bothered by it.
“I think I’m
getting sick,” she mumbled in response.
“Do you want
me to bring you to the doctor?” I asked.
Darci had always
been chubby, but now she looked frail, so thin that her bones were visible
beneath her pale skin. The way she was sprawled across the sofa made her look
like a rag doll. “Can you turn the light out? It‘s killing my eyes.”
“Darci, I think you should go to the
doctor,” I said as I made my way across the room to turn the light off.
“Shh, let me
watch the news,” she interrupted.
The light
from the TV danced across her pale face, casting her in tones of blue as the
words ‘breaking news’ flashed across the screen. The tv was louder than I would
have liked, but I took a seat on the floor in front of the sofa. A blonde news
reporter stood in front of a house that had been roped off by crime scene tape.
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