"The Roommates"

Love, a bond that holds strong between two people. The bond is nearly unbreakable, no matter how much weight is pressed upon it. Somewhere down the line, it may seem like it is becoming brittle and breaking apart. But once you shake the dust off, you find that it is just as strong, if not stronger now.

I lay in bed, too depressed to get out of bed. Sure, it was comfortable to let my thoughts flow freely through my mind, or even think about nothing. It didn't make me feel any happier about my life. Instead, it made me hate myself more for not making progress with myself.
I was upset because I had just recently moved from my parents house for the first time. It wasn't exactly my choice, they were more like kicking me out. I didn't have long to pack my things. They had a place picked out for me to stay, with someone they thought would help me far more than they could.
Even still with all this moving around, you'd think I would feel even the slightest bit motivated to go out and do something. Instead, the best thing I could do was reflect on the better times and wish things could go back to the way they were.
My roommate, Chrystal, barged into my room and tried shaking me out of bed. She said she needed some help from me. I rolled my eyes and asked her what it was. With a smart remark, she said she wanted me to help her clean the attic. I hesitated at first. The idea of doing anything besides sleeping sounded horrid to me. She began walking away, calling me lazy under her breath.
I sighed and jumped out of bed. I threw on a shirt and followed her to the attic stairs. She climbed up and opened the door, I followed her lead.
The attic was dark and smelled musty enough to make me want to sneeze. I looked around with the little light we had. There were boxes stacked against every wall, each stack stood nearly as tall as I did. It looked like some attic out of a horror movie, with white sheets draped over things and some creepy looking antiques. I felt nothing but the slight sense of dread standing up here.
She pulled the chain in the center of the room, but it didn't make it feel any less creepy. She handed me a broom and dustpan, telling me she was heading out to grab some things. I nodded and watched her leave until she was out of sight.
I did exactly as she asked and swept around. I tried moving some boxes to the side so things looked a little neater. Cleaning wasn't something I really minded doing, it was just that I never had much of a responsibility to clean.
Not too long after finishing, I heard a noise from downstairs. Was she finally back? I called out her name but heard nothing.
I made my way downstairs and the entire house was completely unrecognizable. The paint was chipped along every wall, one of the doors was almost completely off its hinges. It looked almost like this house was far older than it should be.
I called her name again but heard nothing. Anyone in my shoes would have been freaked out but I couldn't have been further from it. I was more lost than anything. I felt as though she was pulling some kind of prank on me. She had been gone for a while, after all.
I went to check outside to see if anything out there was different. On my way to the door, I passed by a mirror. I was at a loss, as I didn't have a reflection.