My curiosity took the better of me, and I went down the stairs to the 3rd floor in order to listen to the music that was playing. Is Angel one of them or does he play somewhere else? I heard quite a few pianos play, some flutes, and different string instruments, some sounding high, others low. Since I wasn’t very music-savvy, I couldn’t say if one of them was a violin, and if Angel was the one playing it. I kept strolling around, listening to the different instruments, sounds and songs mixing. 

I had never heard any voices during the times I had been here before, though. I guessed that the rooms here on the third floor are just for training purposes and not for regular music lessons. Time surprisingly flew by fast when I was listening to their music. 

It actually calmed me down more than the fight yesterday, probably due to the collateral damage it caused. RIP headphones. My mood got worse, thinking about the only distraction from this place, that got taken away from me. Grumbling, I went up to my room again and spent the rest of the day basically doing nothing.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mood had only worsened more and more, causing me to snap at Angel as soon as he entered. I looked at my phone. 03:47. 

Angel was moving a lot as well, causing his blanket and mattress to make a lot of sound. Usually, I would’ve listened to music, using my headphones, but I couldn’t do that anymore. The bed on the other side of the room rustled again. Ugh, stop moving. I couldn’t focus on anything else except all the noise bothering me now. Outside, birds were already chirping their lungs out. How can those little fuckers be so damn loud? 

Rustling – again. 

I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. Taking 2 long steps, I was already next to his bed, and before he could react, I was grabbing the front of his shirt and slammed his small body against the wall. His face turned into a shocked and pained expression, whereas mine probably portrayed pure anger.

“What the fuck are you doing, turning around every – fucking – second? Get out or be still. If you keep moving, you will not witness the sun rise, I promise you that,” I bellowed at him, before letting go of his shirt and turning towards my bed again.

I heard his body slump down on the mattress. “S-sorry, I’m sorry,” he said quietly. When I turned towards him, he was already up, running towards the door. I heard him sniffle before he could close the door behind himself.

Was I too harsh? I sighed as I tended to do a lot lately. Whatever. I went to bed and stopped thinking about him. I fell asleep.

6:34.

Why am I awake again? I groaned, feeling restless and tired, but I couldn’t keep my eyes shut anymore. I decided to go for my morning run now and against going to classes today. The teachers would probably give me some shit to do, if I were to fall asleep during their lesson anyway, so I instead wanted to sleep, during the time I had the room to myself.

I got dressed and opened the door to the room. “What the...” I almost stumbled over something lying on the floor. No, it was someone I stumbled over. In front of me lay the body of my roommate, slightly shivering. Is he stupid? I had been sure, he had gone to the room of his friends, but never would I have imagined him sleeping on the floor. I couldn’t exactly let him freeze to death in the cold hallway and let someone discover his corpse, so I took him into my arms – bridal style – and carried him to his bed. I was glad that he seemed to be deep asleep, and so I brought the blanket over his body and left the room.

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The middle-aged man was looking out the window of his office, watching the peaceful sunrise. His eyes fell on a student, running several rounds on the sports grounds. He sighed and slightly shook his head. How would he get through to him? He wondered. 

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When I came back, Angel was gone already. He had not skipped classes once, but that wasn’t really surprising, considering he wasn’t me. I took a shower and went to take a well-deserved nap. After the weekend, I thought to myself, I’m going to be a responsible student and visit all the classes for the day so that I can finally get that punching bag. I chuckled, thinking about the idea that was so not like me and drifted into sleep.

Angel did not come back until the evening that day. I was sure he was afraid of what I would do to him. When he had entered, we just ignored each other and soon after went to sleep and to both of our luck and surprise, it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

The weekend progressed without much of anything really. Angel wasn’t in the room most of the time, and I assumed, he had music classes even on Saturday, or he was just spending the time with his friends. I didn’t bother asking.

Saturday evening, I regretted that I had not gone to classes on Friday. I could barely keep my irritation to myself again, everything was as suffocating as before, and I could really need some relief.

On Sunday, I contemplated phoning my mom to ask her for some extra money for new headphones, but that didn’t sit right with me. She doesn’t like you, and you don’t like her. Don’t be a hypocrite and ask her for money. It felt particularly wrong since I still hadn't talked to her about my small act of violence the other day.

My days here were tiresome. How would I survive for the next year? I spent the day in the city again, eating a lot of different stuff, since that was my only entertainment right now. After that, I got back and went to sleep without speaking to my roommate once. We didn’t have much to talk about anyway.

My mother had tried to call me a few times, but I declined every single one. After a while, she had finally given up on reaching me. I wondered when she would contact me again. This surely couldn’t be the end of it.