[ WP ] : your roommate is another you , except they do the opposite of every decision you make . One day when you come home you see the result of a very important decision you made and there 's .


 I had known that George and I were just too different for everything to go perfectly but I figured that we could work things out. It was like we were perfect opposites though, I liked Star Wars and he thought it was cliche. He was super social and I was introverted. Thankfully he spent most of his time out if the apartment or the whole roommate thing never would have worked. The months leading up to The Event were hard for me. I was depressed. I went to counseling, group therapy, consulted my doctor. Nothing. George seemed oblivious to my suffering. He went out with friends more often, he gave out advice to so many people. George was the picture of health. The closer I crept toward death the farther from it he ran. One day when I could actually get out of bed I went for a walk around campus. It was the beginning of fall, leaves were changing color, the air was crisp, and the cold feeling in my fingers made me feel alive for the first time in a long time. Elated I ran back to my dorm, I was excited to tell George about my decision. I raced up the stairs and flung the door wide only to see a silent room. The door to the washroom was locked, I knocked and knocked but there was no reply. There was a soft thud, like something hit the edge of the bathtub, and I knew he was in there. I called the RA, they called the campus police, and they called the RCMP. George was pronounced dead on arrival when they finally got him to the hospital. He bled out from a horribly deep cut. The doctors said it appeared to be self inflicted. I moved on, I guess. We never were really friends. I moved out of the dorm and slowly I became more involved in campus life. If only I had been able to tell him my decision from that day. The day he died was the day I decided to live.
