Triangle

Nina

Well, I moved out. My Mom didn’t want me to go, she told me I didn’t know how to look after myself. Really I think it is just that she has spent so much of her life looking after me that she doesn’t know how to let go. When I proved I was determined to go, she started to point out how much it would cost me, and the fact that I didn’t have a job. She forgot though, that I have spent most of my life studying.

I had been home schooled since the age of 13 because as my heart started to get really bad back in in junior high, and I was unable to get from class to class. Mom got all the books and basically went back to school with me. We didn’t take holidays off like other kids, not like I could go out and play the summer away or anything. Weekends didn’t mean anything to me either. Couple that with the fact I actually enjoyed learning, and I powered through high school. My college courses were done on line as well, and the result of that meant by the time most kids were finishing their first degree, I was finishing my PHD.

Now with my new heart beating loud and strong in my chest, I am eminently employable.

In fact I found a job in the Archives and Acquisitions department of the museum. There is a team of four of us who research new items that come into the museum before they go on display. When you read the description beside a display that tells you all about the object in question, that information was researched by someone like me. Occasionally we are asked to check a piece that is already on display, especially if the description has been questioned by a member of the public.

My specialty is artefacts pertaining to ancient religions, Gods and cults, and I find it fascinating. It pays well too.

Mind you, my mother was right, getting a place on your own is very expensive, so I didn’t. I have moved into a shared apartment.

I share with two others, a woman and a man. I have my own room but we share a bathroom, kitchen and lounge. We all work and as it turns out we hardly see each other. We mainly communicate by notes left for each other, and I love it. It seems that all my time spent alone has made me into the type of person who likes their space.

At work I have to actually see and spend time in the company of the other three researches, but it’s a large space and our desks are not that close to each other so I’m getting used to it. I have learned that if I say hi and give a friendly wave in the morning, they will mostly leave me alone at least from Tuesday to Friday. On a Monday they all seem to want to know what each other have been up to over the two days they have been apart. For me, well I mostly go back into work or hide in my room where I feel safe.

Lately though I have been getting the feeling that I’m being watched. There is another apartment building across the road from my one, and I have noticed you can see people moving around inside it. In the windows directly opposite mine I have seen a man on several occasions. I’m beginning to wonder if he is watching me. I used to leave the curtains open or partially open at night, but I close them firmly now.

Ok enough, I’m giving myself the creeps now.