I wake up, hearing strange noises emanating from the room beside mine. Urgh, my roommate, again. Stupid wench. She probably brought some hooker home to get her rocks off with. God sakes, I can't wait to get a new place. I jump out of bed, quickly throwing on my old, terrycloth robe and wheeling around my bed to the door, intent on reaming her out for being loud AGAIN.
 I skid to a halt, a metre from my destination, peering curiously into the doorjamb slightly ajar. I creep the final

I wake up in a panic, my stomach aching for something, anything to fill it. I can't deal with this hunger after what happened yesterday. He's not here to help me this time. I drag myself out of my bed and pick up my phone to call my best friend, V, to come over and help me. She picks up after the first few rings, excited to hear from me. I ask her to come over, just to chat for a bit, since I haven't seen her in a while. She agrees and comes over right away.

V is gorgeous, petite with a huge a

God, I'm starving, I thought as I turned into my kitchen. Scanning the cupboards leads me into a heated debate over whether I have enough energy to make anything or if I should just go back to bed. Why isn't there ever anything good to eat? I groan loudly as another spasm of hunger rocks my stomach. You hear this sound breaking through the silence and you magically appear at my side. Your eyes are begging me to let you in. You want to make me happy and feel the comfort that no one else can