Entangled With A Psycho Roommate

I remember my aunt asking me why I had applied to a university far from home, and I told her I wanted to experience life outside Australia.

All my life, I've only ever known Australia and nothing else, from my elementary school, middle school to high school. I had the perfect middle school and high school life; I was loved by friends and teachers. My parents were born and brought up here.

They had started their business here until death paid them a visit and it took their life in a ghastly car accident. I was just twelve when this happened and my aunt took me in.

From there on she became my guardian, provided for me and tried her best to fill in the gap my parents left, even though I'll forever be grateful to her for all she's done. Nothing can fill in the hole in my heart after losing my parents.

Moving on from their death, as a child, I always thought it was the hardest thing to do, even know it's impossible for me to just live a day without reminiscing over memories of when they were alive.

Although I would love to remain in Australia, but I had wanted to see more of the word, know what was outside the perfect world my aunt built around me, I wanted to explore and that was made me apply for college in a country where I don't know anyone.

I was the happiest on the day I got my admission letter, aunt lily and my cousins were all happy for me. I thought I was coming to Texas for adventure, little did I know I would later regret my decision.

I was not prepared for wait awaited me in the land where I had no family or relative; I thought it couldn't be that hard but slowly I realised applying to study here was my biggest mistake. Not because I didn't like my college or the town, but because of one person who made my life a nightmare.

I'm just your average size six girl, 5'5ft tall with a tan skin, I wouldn't say I'm short, I never liked the word so often call myself "petite" and I had a perfect and amazing life as an orphan. I did, even though I had to accept that I had to keep living after losing my parents, that didn't take away the fact that I missed them.

Perhaps I wasn't grateful enough for the life I had all this while, and I was being punished for it. I sincerely have no explanation of how my life took a turn and became a nightmare, but it did.

Through my middle school and high school days, I've always avoided trouble, and always stayed away from anything that would put in the spotlight. Even if I was the top student in my class, I still didn't like the spotlight, perhaps that was why I had a lot of friends, because I stayed humbled.

Not once did I think I would become a victim of bully in my life, if someone did tell, perhaps I would've cussed them out and I am not even a violent person. Despite my humble nature, the quiet Aria Hudson became the target of a bully in college, now who would've thought a grown up like me, would face such when I didn't even go through anything like that in highschool.

It's been two and half years enrolled in this college and every day seems to get a lot worse than the previous, I have no friends, because everyone avoids me like a plague all because of one person.

Axel Cartier, the boy who is making my college days a living nightmare, I still cannot fathom what I did wrong to this day, but what I know is he hates me more than anything else in this world.

"Aria, can you help me bring this box upstairs?" I turned to the voice of the lady caretaker as I walked into the apartment building I stayed off campus.

"Of course mama, good day." I greeted walking up to her before lifting the box in my hand, and I walked behind her up the stairs.

"Good day, how was church service today?" She asked. She's always fond of creating little talks, and I try my best to keep up even if I am not a fan of long conversations, but I don't want to come off rude.

"It was great, there was a guest pastor today." I answered, and she smiled.

"Too bad I missed today's service, I had a lot to do, and you know my son, the last born he is leaving for Uni tomorrow so I had to help me prepare."

The lady caretaker explained, even though I didn't ask and I nod my head.

"Well, there are always more days ahead to attend service." I replied, following her inside her apartment and I dropped the box on her dining table.

"You're right, do you want to stay for some juice?" She asked, and I shake my head. Staying means, she would probably talk me to death, I have classes tomorrow and I need to rest well today.

"I'm sorry mama, but I have activities from college that I need to finish this evening and I also have to tidy my apartment."

I tell her, hoping that would excuse me, and she nods.

"That's okay, I understand, you are beautiful who takes studying serious and I like that about you. Take care of yourself." She said, and I smiled at her, before pivoting and tailed out of the room.

I took the stairs to my floor, groaning as the climb made my knee ache, the minute I stepped into my two-bedroom apartment, I slumped on my couch, letting out a breath before closing my eyes.

I'll just take a little nap first, before I tidy the kitchen and do what's necessary to prepare for tomorrow's class. I should probably go out to buy concealer and foundation in the evening, to properly, cover up the bruise on my cheek tomorrow.

The slap I got from Axel last week, Thursday, still hasn't heeled, even though he wears gloves all the time, his hits are always painful.

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This is my first time here, thank you for reading.