The Supervisor Came To My Bed Again

One of my roommates at the dorm was a competitive person.

Whenever I studied, she would be anxious.

If I opened a package, she would ask me what I was buying. She would also pressure me to tell her my whereabouts.

There was even a time when I turned in my bed, she suddenly opened my divider curtain and asked me if I was secretly studying.

I was literally going to go insane, but our nonchalant counsellor told me that I was overreacting.

After that, I failed to secure a postgraduate position, but she managed to study overseas. When she returned, she became my supervisor.

She told everyone she met that I was a very competitive person, and she kept assigning a lot of tasks for me to do. In the end, I died from overworking.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw her get into my bed.

I recorded the sound of pages flipping and turned on the night light. I played the recording for the entire night.

If she wanted to be anxious and lose her sleep, so be it!

The dorm was extremely quiet. Even a small squeak sounded very loud.

I sat up from my bed and turned on the night light. Then, I watched someone slowly draw the divider curtain around my bed.

Through the small gap, I met her gaze.

It was my roommate, Jane Smith.

She saw that I had noticed her, so she drew the curtains completely.

“I heard you tossing and turning, so I thought that you were secretly studying behind our backs!”

Right after I heard that familiar phrase, I finally believed that I was reliving this day.

The last time I saw her peeking, I screamed from fear, and she explained herself in the same way.

She even said, “I’m just concerned about you. See, you’re still turning on the night light at 2 a.m. You’re hurting your eyes, or worse, ruining your health!”

However, I had nightmares the entire night. The next day, my other roommates reminded me not to disturb them at night.

I wanted to explain myself, but Jane lied to the others. She would claim to care for me and enjoy spending time with me.

After that, I realized whenever it looked like I was studying, she would interrupt me.

This was because she would get anxious if others were better than her. Yet, she was not willing to work hard.

I almost went insane. I feared how others would perceive me, but I had no money to rent a place alone. I could only request for a room change from the counsellor.

However, the counsellor rejected my request. “Why are you being such a bother? Who would have so much free time to observe your every move?”

In the end, I failed to secure a postgraduate position due to my poor mental health. After a few years of working, I was still a junior employee. Meanwhile, Jane studied abroad and became a supervisor when she returned.

She told everyone in the company, “Rue Anderson and I knew each other from college. She was such a competitive person back then, so she must be the same now!”

My seniors at work heard that and took advantage of me. They gave me a lot of tasks, and I became incredibly sleep-deprived. As a result, I passed away from being overworked.

Seeing that I was not replying, Jane glanced over at my bed. “You’ve already sat up. Don’t tell me you’re preparing to study?”

I stared at her expressionlessly.

“If I said yes, would you feel better about it?”

She smiled sheepishly and climbed down the bunk bed’s ladder.

I took out my phone and recorded a five-minute clip of me flipping the pages of a book. Then, I placed my phone on my bedside and played the recording on repeat for the entire night.

Following that, I put on my earplugs and eye mask to fall asleep.

If she wanted to be anxious and lose sleep, she could be my guest!

The next morning, I woke up at around 8 a.m. after a good sleep. I was in a great mood.

I quietly freshened up and packed my bag, as I planned to visit the library.

The divider curtains opposite me suddenly opened.

Jane looked tired with her dark circles. “Rue, where are you going?”

I put on a fake smile and simply answered, “I’m going to save the world.”

After that, I took my bag and left her behind in the dorm.

The first thing I did as I headed to the library was turn off my phone’s location.