A roommate of mine has been staring at me all day with her piercing emerald eyes, and I don’t know what to think of it. She’s got pretty eyes, though. She said her name was Elizabeth, but I’m not entirely sure if she was telling me the truth. She continued to stare while my attention was out the window, watching the birds. I don’t think she knows that I notice, she’s looking at my scars. I know she is, and I could feel her eyes burning my skin like lasers.