Chapter 4
Dear nonexistent diary,
I got a cellmate!!!!! I'm so excited!!!!! Also, like, she's kind of pretty, which is even better. And I’m not lonely anymore!
When they brought her down, she didn't seem all that scared of them, which, I mean, there's not much to be scared of, but still. She had that kind of badass 'I'm not afraid of anything' vibes going on. I get the feeling we’re going to get along great. Which is good, because I didn’t finally get a cellmate just to have us not like each other. Or for her to be like the vampire dude and just be there for me to annoy the whole time.
I don’t think she’s a vampire, though. Probably. And I’m not a vampire, either, so we should be fine.
I think.
Am I a vampire? Would I know if I was a vampire? I don’t think I’m a vampire.
Moving on.
Anyway, so they threw her in the cell with me, which was really exciting, and also a new development because the only people I’ve seen since they threw me down here have been delivering disgusting prison food and stuff like that. And that scary guy with the now-dead dude, but that’s a problem for another time. Or never. It’s not really my problem, I think.
I hope it’s not my problem.
Anyway, cellmate. Given that this is the most exciting (excluding terrifying things with vampires involved) thing to happen since I got thrown down here, I was very enthusiastic. Too enthusiastic? I’m not sure. I hope I haven’t scared her off. Well, I can’t scare her off, exactly, because neither of us can leave, but if she’s scared of me now, that will not exactly be productive to our relationship. Friendship. Our future friendship, specifically. Not, like, that kind of relationship. No one’s talking about that kind of relationship. We’re just going to be great friends. Hopefully. If I wasn’t too enthusiastic and didn’t scare her off.
I hope I wasn’t too enthusiastic for her.
It’s fine. It’ll be fine. It’s not like she’s been hiding in the corner of the cell from me or anything. She’s just… not exactly talking to me, either. Or doing much of anything. I think she’s sleeping, right now. Which, fair. Sleep is good for you.
I just want her to talk to me.
Okay. New plan. I’m going to act super chill when she wakes up. No more crazy greetings. I’m going to be an awesome cellmate. And we’re going to have an excellent relationship.
As friends. Obviously. Friends and cellmates. Nothing else.
She’d better wake up soon, though, because I’m impatient to enact this plan of chillness that’s going to start the amazing friendship that we’re going to have.