Hilly Jones at fifteen had sealed her fate. There was no turning back. Plain, plain, plain Hilly Jones likes to be plain but her secret holds pain for those who find out.

One look.

Two look.

Three look.

Four.

The roommate got more than they bargained for.

Five look.

Six look.

Seven look.

Eight.

Your head will be served on a silver lined plate.

One spin.

Two spin.

Three spin.

Four.

"Hilly, come on why'd you lock the door?"

One stare.

Two stare.

Three stare.

Four.

"You're scaring me Hilly, I won't snoop anymore!"

Breathe, petty roommate, your looks aren't everything.

Nails pierce your throat, no more showers to sing.

Tomato red face colour of lipstick

Should have thought twice before taking a peak

Breathe, fucking roommate, you're testing me here

Don't tell me that you're times already near

Gasp in a breath, whilst it lasts

One step.

Two step.

Three step.

Four.

"I've learnt my lesson, Hilly please, no more!"

You beg, ha , you're a disgrace

Drag it down your skin, blood red and warm

You're finally beautiful, skin dead and torn

"Hilly, I beg you, please stop! I won't tell anyone."

Breathe, petty roommate

Knife piercing skin, straight through the heart

One little sin

Sever the head watch the mouth fall agape

Poor little roommate, your death is now fate.