one time I was awakened in the night by a drunk girl passing out on my feet. at first i thought it was my roommate and i went to get her back in her own bed. it turned out it wasn't her. she was super drunk so i let her stay and she was still asleep when i left for work in the morning. when i came home she was gone.
>wake up. >see that. >"Ohwuddufug... I can't deal with this" >Fall back asleep and hope she leaves before I wake up again.
Not even a chad or anything... that's probably how I'd react. The "can't deal with this" thing is having to pretend to be normie and hide my powerlevel as soon as I wake... Seriously... the act is so exhausting mentally.
Shit, I get to work an hour early so I can chill with a coffee before anyone else get's in just to mentally prepare myself for the act. I aint gonna pull that off successfully first thing in the morning.
Be startled as fuck and roll off the bed and hurt myself. Who is this? What does she want? How did she get here? It doesn't matter. I need to get away. She's not moving, just staring at me. She's not blinking. I'm trying to escape. The door won't budge. I turn around and she's standing face to face with me. I jump to the right and make a break for the window, keeping my eyes on her. Her only movement is turning her head to stare at me. Fumbling with the lock on the window, I lose sight of her for a moment. She's behind me again. I manage to slide the window open and get out, feeling her eyes on my back. I walk backwards away from the house for about 50 feet, staring back at her unmoving, unblinking face before turning and breaking into a sprint. Thank god I always wear sweatpants and a wife beater to bed. I need to get to the police somehow. Ah, a neighbor, mowing his lawn. I flag him down and tell him to call 911, saying there's an intruder in my home. Inevitably I return home, and she isn't found there. She's gone. The police file a report, and that's it. I replace the locks to my home. I lock the windows. One day, after this whole fiasco has ended, I notice a photo in my phone that I never took. It's a snapchat screencap. It's her face, with the caption "still here".
"Who the fuck are you?" I'd probably try to find out exactly who she is and if for some reason she's just this circumstantially existent being who never had any existence outside of this situation, I'd choke her to death, hide her body in my closet, and deal with it after school.
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