His crazy nightmare

He woke up smiling. No wait, let me correct that. He woke up grinning like a MAD man. A lunatic. The smile that was plastered on his face was one of pure insanity. He was creeping me out.
He got out of bed, eyes all maniacal. He looked at me with that crazy grin and told me,” I found it! I found the damned thing.” I was obviously curious but I refrained from asking what it was there and then. He seemed crazy and I didn’t want to take my chances just then. Besides, I was planning to change roommates so I decided I shall not engage him in any talks at that moment.
he feverishly started writing things down, he still seemed inebriated. Stoned. Hungry. but he was working on something and so I let him be. I left the room to do my own work. After all, I AM a busy man.
I saw him again in the canteen later in the day. His eyes were red and his hands were in bandages. I didn’t bother asking why. A year of living and I knew he was crazy. Everyday something or the other. I just moved on, got my food and ate at two tables away from him. Just to be sure.
I didn’t go back to my room that night. I was out, working. I am busy you see. I spend a lot of nights outside. Partly because of work, but mostly because of my roomie. The only reason I stick around is because it’s hard changing rooms.
Well anyways, I came back the next day. I was hoping to tell him that I am gonna change rooms soon and that maybe he should find some new partner. I would have told him that, except I never got to. You see, he decided to inconvenience me as far as that was concerned by committing suicide in the night.
Yes I know. There he was, all stiff and smiling. Yes, smiling. He sat there and he held a pen in his hand and he had his diary open. Well I decided to not be the hero and simply screamed my head off. Or well I tried to. I think I lost my voice or something. Anyways, I somehow managed to call the authorities and it was a long day of questions and answers, procedures, more questions. It was a day spent doing all that.
I didn’t like the guy, but I certainly didn’t want him dead. He was funny in his own quirky way, but it happens when it happens. Maybe he drank a little too much? Who knows. Still, I felt sorry the whole damn day. Guilty too. If I had just spent time there then maybe it wouldn’t have happened? Who knows right?
Still I have his diary with me. I’m gonna read that. What could have led to his demise? I wanted to be a little like Sherlock, so I decided to solve this mystery. Now I am hoping I just come out of this alive!

Tags: Fiction, mystery, Short Stories, Story, story writing, suspense, thriller