Roommate's Dark Confession
Write a Short Story Of psychological thriller The Roommate The sound of rain pattering against the windowpane filled the small apartment. Inside, Emma sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television screen. The news anchor's voice barely registered in her mind as her thoughts wandered to her new roommate, Lisa. Lisa had arrived two weeks ago, claiming she was looking for a fresh start. Emma was cautious at first, but something about Lisa's demeanor put her at ease. She seemed friendly, kind, and just as introverted as Emma herself. They quickly struck up a friendship, spending evenings chatting over cups of tea and bonding over their shared love of books. However, as the days passed, Emma noticed subtle changes in Lisa's behavior. She became more withdrawn, her smiles seemed forced, and she often appeared lost in thought. Emma's concern grew, but she didn't know how to approach the subject. One stormy night, Emma woke to the sound of footsteps echoing through the apartment. She peered through her bedroom door, her heart pounding in her chest. It was Lisa, pacing back and forth in the living room. Emma tiptoed closer, straining to listen. "I can't do it anymore," Lisa whispered to herself, her voice laden with desperation. "I have to get rid of it. It's the only way." Emma's mind raced with possibilities. What was Lisa talking about? She knew she had to confront her roommate and find out the truth. Summoning her courage, she stepped into the living room. "Lisa, what are you talking about?" Emma asked, her voice trembling. Lisa froze mid-step, her eyes wide with surprise. "Emma, I...I didn't realize you were awake. It's nothing. Just some late-night ramblings. Go back to bed." But Emma refused to back down. "No, Lisa. Something is wrong, and I want to help you. You're my friend." Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes as she collapsed onto the couch, her shoulders shaking. "You don't understand, Emma. You can't possibly understand the darkness that haunts me." Emma sat beside her, offering a comforting touch. "Tell me, Lisa. I promise I'll try to understand." Taking a deep breath, Lisa began her tale. She confessed to a troubled past, filled with loss and regret. She revealed her battle with depression, how it had consumed her life for years. But then she spoke of something even darker—a secret she had kept buried deep within her mind. "There's a voice," Lisa whispered, her voice quivering. "A voice that tells me to do terrible things. It tells me to hurt myself, to hurt others. I've been fighting it for so long, but lately, it's become stronger. It scares me, Emma." Emma's heart sank as she listened to Lisa's confession. She realized the depth of her roommate's struggle, and she knew she had to act. With a determined look, she reached for her phone and dialed a number. "Hello, is this the mental health helpline? My friend needs help. She's in crisis," Emma spoke into the phone, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her. Over the next few days, Lisa received the care she desperately needed. She was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where a team of professionals worked tirelessly to help her overcome her inner demons. Emma visited regularly, providing support and a listening ear. As time passed, Lisa began to heal. The voice in her head grew fainter, its influence waning. Emma's unwavering friendship and the professional help she sought had made a difference. Months later, as the rain fell outside once again, Lisa and Emma sat on the couch, sharing a cup of tea. The
