I traipsed backwards and crashed against the wall; I yearned to scream out loud, yet I pressed my hands against my lips and forced myself not to let out a whimper. My back slowly slid against the wall as I landed on the ground. Hot streaming tears welled up and rushed down my cheeks. Every nerve in my body trembled with fright.

Fear raced over to my brain, suffocating my thoughts. I could hear the thumping of heart beats like Diwali night fireworks; it had to be mine because my roommate was already dead.

I sat at the dark end of my room and stared at Tanya who had drifted off from this world. A knife pierced straight into her chest, blood dripping out from the sides like melted ice-cream, his aim had been flawless.

It was meant for me. I have to get away from this place, or this could be my last breathing day.

I was desperate to get the hell out of this room, but I had to make sure the killer had departed as well. Snails retreat to their shells when they are vulnerable to threat. But for me, my home was no longer heavens paradise.

I tried to calm down my nerves since all the electric charges running within me seemed to be working overtime. A couple of minutes passed, and I heard footsteps losing volume when the guy walked away from my door. I heard nothing, apart from the ticking of the grandfather clock and quirky hooting noises; I crawled my way closer to the oriel bay window and tugged the edges of the curtains, bright yellow radiance from the street light cast into the room.

In a crouching position I peeped through the window, there was no one in sight. My legs wobbled as I tried to make a stand and went towards Tanya. I would call it Fate; I didn't know what she would name it. We had separate rooms and I didn't understand why she decided to sleep next to me, tonight of all nights may be to end up dead.

I held her hands and whispered,

"I didn't do it."

Her hands felt cold, even after the application of layers and layers of Olay night cream on her face, the natural glow had faded away, her skin becoming one with the bones. I covered her face using the pink mattress that laid aside her and it was time to make my move.

The first thing I grabbed was my phone; I might as well die instead of living in a world deprived of my mobile. The next prime-most thing I would need is cash, I fetched my purse, searched all my Jean pockets I would have a buck or two here and there.

I'm sorry Tanya; you wouldn't need cash anymore, so I'm taking yours as well.

I checked my wallet for my credit and debit cards. I ended up being the worst friend anyone could ever get; I stole away her cards as well. Before I could lock up the door in front of me, I took one last glance of my messed up room, the place which had been my home for a year. Memories of our time spent here hadn't popped in my mind as it should; I was trying my best not to throw-up at the sight of stained blood on the floor.

I stumbled down the stairs and ran as fast as my slimy legs could carry me towards the bus-stop that was a few kilometres away from our apartment.

During my college days, I would imagine myself being chased by a couple of murderers to reach the site quickly. Strangely there wasn't an imagination required. This was real, and I was not God-damn dreaming it.

A guy had planned to kill me, the masterminds behind this act would be sore-headed when they find out that the girl they killed wasn't me but my friend.

Then, he would be coming, hunting for me.