*This story is pure fiction and fantasy. None of these characters are real and I do not condone sexual assault in any way, shape or form.*
I used to spend a lot of time at one of my friends’ place. He had this pretty large apartment he was only able to afford because he could share it with a roommate, a girl called Melanie.
Melanie was weird, and the impression she left on me was even weirder.
At first, she was just part of the scenery. I would visit my friend and occasionally see her walking in the hallway, or hear her chat with a friend, or see her working on her computer in the living room. I didn’t find her particularly attractive: she gave me a massive tomboy, hippie vibe, had a thing for hard drug use, didn’t care much about her physical appearance and was very self-deprecating. She was tiny and awfully thin, bordering on anorexia, and you could feel her social awkwardness from a mile away.