Shift over, I return to the flat, collapsing onto my bed. I should read a textbook I´m working on, but I want to sleep.
Still fully clothed, I drop onto the blankets, and pull the duvet over myself, trying to ignore the smell of mushrooms that clothes everything in here. Barely have I closed my eyes, when there is a knock at the door.
For a moment, I simply stare at the ceiling. I know who is on the other side of the door. Perhaps if I ignore it, stay quiet, they will go away.
Michael´s voice: “Charlotte, Jenny, whatever you´re calling yourself; open up. We know you´re in there."
I get up and open the door. “You followed me? What are you now? My stalkers?"
Michael looks angry, James upset. Both push past me into the miserable room.
“You´re living here?" demands James. “In an area lik
