Hotel Lobby

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contestENTRY

It's the middle of the night when she wakes up, sweat dripping from her forehead and tears running down her face. It wasn't a dream. Oh no, never a dream. Not even a nightmare. This wasn't a fucking nightmare, this was a living story about a girl that was trying to rot her mind and kill her slowly from the inside and hell, it was working.

Every moment her eyes drifted shut, whether it was to blink or to rest or to close her eyes while she let cold water run over her face so it wouldn't get in her eyes, she was tormented. Every moment her eyes were shut a new world appeared and that girl stabbed her and sliced at her as she ran and tried to get away.

How in the hell was some made up girl from the back of her mind supposed to scare her? A younger version of herself wasn't supposed to be this scary and why was she even thinking of something like this? The mind is a terrible thing especially when you can't get a hold on it and you're running from yourself and don't even know it.

This has been going on for weeks and weeks and she doesn't even know how long exactly. She doesn't remember when the month skipped to the next and the last she checked it was the middle of May and now it's July and what the hell? Her friends want her to go and see fireworks but she can't even see the world in front of her so how is she supposed to enjoy the little things in life when the big things don't make sense?

She leaves the house for a cup of coffee and a sandwich from the local shop. She closes her eyes and smells the coffee but instead she smells blood and sees herself with a knife in the pitch black of her mind and she drops the coffee, burning liquid dropping to the floor. She leaves, her apatite gone and her sanity lost.

She wonders just what kind of childhood she had and for the first time wants to know why she can't remember her fifth birthday or her first lost tooth. She wants to know why she's always lived with a 'family friend' and why she's never seen her parents. She wants to know why every other weekend she's brought into the hospital for check ups when she hasn't been sick in years.

She decides she needs to get away so she leaves town and stays in a small hotel in the middle of no where with barely any people and barely any comfort. She can't sleep here either but she doesn't care because if she fell asleep she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes on the ever-changing shape of the blood stain on the ceiling.

It's the middle of the night when she realizes that she's fallen asleep and her wrists are bleeding and the walls are moving and the ceiling looks blurry. She gets out of bed and walks down the hall and in the back of her mind people are screaming. She's suddenly pushed against a wall as people run past and she coughs and smoke gets into her lungs and she's suddenly soaked as water sprays from above.

She stands in the middle of the hotel lobby with barely any people and barely any comfort. She can see herself when she closes her eyes and she's standing over a burning candle with a smirk on her face, watching the blood drip from her wrist and into the flame. She opens her eyes and decides that she's tired of sleepless nights and waking up from a living hell and finding out that she wasn't even sleeping. She's tired of seeing herself and being clueless and she decides that maybe all she ever needed was that fire.

She won't be leaving this hotel because it's empty and full of comfort, just like her bleeding heart.

&STOP.

NOTE:
I re-wrote this because I said
I was gonna post for this
contest and I'm not going
back on my word. I think
this is probably one of the best
and worst things I've written at the
same time.

What happened with the last entry is
behind me and I'm not mad so I hope
no one else is.

I still used the fire part because I LIKE
fire, and couldn't pass up the opportunity
to use one :D