The Hidden Journal of a WASP Pt.2
After weeks of going back and forth with the housing department, I was stuck with a roommate for the rest of the semester. I made good of a bad situation and decided to bond with my new found friend. For the first time in my life I actually had a friend who didn't expect me to party, or name drop to get into clubs. I found out his childhood was just as screwed up as mine, and that he comes from a life built on greed and violence. Peters grandfather was rumored to have killed his brother many years ago in order to get his half of the property their father left to them, he went on to create the biggest oil production company this country had ever seen. Another situation would be that Peters father sold the company for billion behind many investors backs leaving them penniless and out of work. From all of that peter seemed the most normal, but even the most normal people have secrets. He went out a lot and when he would go out, hes out for a long time. I didn't have a problem with that but I always wondered where he would go.
Peter was getting ready to go somewhere and I asked him where he goes all the time, he didn't reply he just kept packing his backpack and left. Later that night he came back not wearing the same clothes as before he left. I was still up studying and I tried to greet him but he ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I knocked and asked if he was ok, he didn't respond. All I could hear was him breathing deeply and trying to catch his breath. I told him that if he didn't open the door I was gonna break it down, I heard him let out one last big breath and he walked to the door. When he opened the door he did it very slowly until the door was opened all the way. I was not prepared for what I saw next, there stood peter and his hands, shirt and parts of his face covered in blood. “Does this answer your question? he asked”. I put my hand on his shoulder and entered the bathroom, I helped him remove his clothes and got him cleaned up. As he washed the blood from his body, the shower started to look like that scene from psycho and all I could think of was how poetic it was. For some reason I wasn't scared of him nor was I judging him, I was intrigued and fascinated by what I just saw.
New Found Friend
I grabbed some cleaner from under the sink and I started to clean the dorm, starting with our front door. The handle was layered with bloody prints and smudges. I did it quick and quiet so that no one would hear me. It already started to dry so I had to scrub a bit harder to get it off. When it came to blood many people become sick, and nauseous as for me it was the opposite. It made me feel warm and comfortable, it had a sweetness to the smell almost hypnotizing it was very captivating. The bathroom was next and I got that feeling all over again, it was so warm and inviting. I took my time cleaning it I didn't want to go too fast, I didn't want to lose that feeling. When it was gone I felt that emptiness again, that sweet smell was being replaced by scent of lemon cleaner. Last but not least the clothes I found an old bag and put them inside, before I tied the bag up I took one last embrace it was just as good as the first time. When I came out of the bathroom Peter was sitting on his bed, I walked over to him and sat down. I looked over at him and put my arm around him, I let him know that everything was going to be ok. I asked him what happened, and all he said was “Im not done”. We went downstairs and outside to the parking lot. I started getting the sweet smell again, the closer we got to his car. He looked at me and handed me the keys, as I walked to the trunk of the car. As soon as I put the key into the lock I felt and energy come over me and I felt lightheaded. I twisted the the key and opened the trunk, it was like a scene from a movie as the big reveal came to be present. There it was wrapped in a towel like a Christmas gift laying there. He looked at me and I could tell he was just as captivated as I was, it was nice to have gotten such a gift from my new found friend.
© 2015 Shauntoray Grisby