You haven't seen your roommate for a month...

I'd probably call the cops, and tell them that I haven't seen my room mate in a month. I explain to him that we don't talk much, but I do value his friendship. Cops are inspecting the house, trying to see if there are any clues in the house, probably think I'm the suspect. The officer questions me, the usual stuff. It's just procedure. However, I notice that they don't bother questioning my other room mate, Tom, and I ask, "why don't question Tom?" I keep looking at Tom, and the cop just looks at me with confusion. When I turn to face him he answers my question by stating that there is nobody over there. I keep pointing, frantically saying that he's right there. But the cop just looks at me and tells me to calm down, by this point the rest of his cop buddies stop what they're doing and face me.

He then proceeds to ask me if I have a copy of the contract for who is suppose to be living here. I quickly go to a cabinet and pull it out, rummaging through a stack of papers. Finally I find the agreement and run back, giving it to the officer. He looks at it and sees only one signature, mines. "Is this some kind of joke" the officer says in a harsh tone. I grab the paper and look at it again, "there were two other signatures I swear" I plead. The cops all leave and I end up getting a fine for obstructing the law.

I quickly run to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and try to remember all the times that me and my room mates have had over the year but nothing comes to mind; I can't remember them. I splash water in my face, trying to remember. "They were real, I know it," I keep whispering to myself. No matter how hard I try I can't remember there faces. All I remember is passing chips to an empty space, watching tv by myself; the whole time there was no one there and I was alone. I was talking to myself. I created two room mates as a means to escape the loneliness, cause in the end, I'm tired of being alone.
"I don't want to be alone," I say with tears in my eyes. My face is leaning over the sink as the running water shuts off. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

I leave the bathroom still huffing from crying. I try to fight it, I try to put on a brave face, but in the end I just want somebody to tell me that I'm loved. When I enter the living I room I see both of them, Tom and Jane, watching tv and having a couple of laughs. They ask me to join in. I wipe away the tears and calmly sit in the adjacent chair. In my head, I think: "They may not be real, they may only exist in my head, but they're the only means I have to keep away the loneliness"