The Annoying Sleepwalker Chapter 12
she again walked straight to my desk and damaged those items.
Fifth: The damaged items belonged to three different people, and every owner is now demanding compensation.
Sixth: I proposed two ways to handle this.
Either she gets a formal diagnosis of sleepwalking, in which case her parents are contacted, she receives medical care and a room change, and this is treated as a safety issue.
Or the evaluation finds nothing, and this is treated as intentional property damage.
After posting, I attached the repair estimates, chat screenshots, borrowing records, and photos of the damage.
The comments went quiet for a few minutes.
Then the tide turned.
“Twice, and she only smashed things on one person’s desk? That doesn’t sound like sleepwalking.”
“The people who told someone else to let it go changed their tune real fast when it happened to them.”
“If she’s really sick, why won’t she go to a doctor?”
“So being sick means you don’t have to pay for what you break?”
Tessa was the first to publicly back me up.
“I’m the owner of the iPad.”
“I’ll admit, I told Brigid before that she should be understanding.”
“It wasn’t until my own stuff got smashed that I realized how awful this must have been for her.”
“Blair needs to pay.”
Mallory posted next.
“The headphones and mirror are mine.”
“Blair wasn’t just randomly smashing things.”
“She went for Brigid’s desk every time.”
Genevieve posted a statement from her official RA account.
“Floor property has been damaged, and the matter has been reported to the dorm supervisor.”
“Please do not be misled by one-sided narratives.”
At that point, the comments turned completely.
“Aren’t you sleepwalking? Then why won’t you go to the hospital?”
“You broke all that stuff and you still don’t want to pay?”
“Play the victim, then blame someone else. What a performance.”
That evening, when Blair came back to the room, her eyes were frighteningly red.
She stood in the doorway and stared at me.
“Brigid Pierce.”
“Are you satisfied now?”
I looked up at her.