Please Tell Me This Is Just A Bad Dream
Battle
The guy at the counter gave me a surprised look, and his eyes seemed like they were gonna pop out of his sockets at any time. I must look terrible.
“Um, can I help you?” he asked me. I opened my mouth to tell him what had happened to me, but something stopped me. Lie. Why? Just do it.
“Yeah, um, I got lost in the forest like two weeks ago and I don’t know where I am. Can you please give me a room? I have no money with me but I promise I will pay you as soon as I get some help. I just need to take a shower and get some rest.” The guy raised an eyebrow at me.
“Please. I seriously don’t know where I am and I would really appreciate a room where I can sleep in. just for tonight. You don’t know how it feels to sleep in the floor with nothing more than a t-shirt to keep you warm.” I tried to convince him. The guy thought about it for a second before turning around and taking a key from its hook, then giving it to me.
“Room 215. You should call your parents or something.” He told me with a quizzical look. I smiled at him.
“Oh god, thank you very much! You seriously saved my life.”
“no problem…” I took the key from his hand, and went straight to my room. I didn’t really understand why I lied to that guy. I mean, he really could’ve helped me, and the police would be on its way by now. Amanda would be safe, and those bastards in jail. Maybe it was because of zacky? Well, that was a possibility. I didn’t want vengeance to be in jail, though he probably deserved it.
I finally reached my room, and opened the door, plopping on the bed. I was drained from running all day, and my legs were starting to ache. I turned my head to look out the window, and into the dark. Are they looking for me right now? Is vengeance okay? What if they find me? All these questions popped in my mind as I looked at the dark sky outside. I didn’t really get why, but I began to feel guilty for leaving. Mostly for abandoning Amanda. I really needed to get her some help. If you get her help, they’re gonna get vengeance. Again that voice. I sighed in frustration of not knowing what to do. I decided to take a shower and relax for a little so I stood up from the bed, closed the room’s door since I left it open when I entered, and headed to the bathroom.
In there I stripped from my clothes and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm. I got inside the shower and let the hot water run down my hair and body. I shampooed and rinsed my hair, and finally began to feel clean after so long. The hot water helped me relax, and wash away all my worries. I finished and stepped out of the shower, drying my body and then wrapping the towel around my head for my hair to dry a little. I looked myself in the mirror, and finally took a look at what jimmy did. The little silver star shone from its spot in my nose. It actually didn’t look that bad, he was right. But what bugged me was the fact that they did it. Just for the sake of torturing me. I raised my hand to my nose, but stopped. Should I take it off and leave the little whole to heal or should I leave it there? I thought about it for a second, and decided not to take it off. I decided it was time to get some sleep, so I took off the towel from my hair and combed it a little with my fingers, then put on my shirt and panties and went back to the room.
Once again, that feeling of betrayal and guilt hit me. Maybe I should go back. Wait, what? What was that? I’m beginning to talk nonsense! Did I really want to go back to that house of hell? Oh, you know you want to go back to zacky. Well, maybe I did want to go back to zacky, but not to the rest of the gang. Besides, If I went back just for zacky, the rest would notice and capture me again. I couldn’t do that, not after getting so far. What to do? If you don’t wanna go back to them, make them come to you. Maybe…NO!
“FUCK!” I shouted is despair. This internal fight was fucking killing me. Why don’t you want to accept that you actually wanna go back? Because I don’t want to! I was feeling like a mentally sick person for debating with myself this way. But I had to admit that the little voice was kind of right. A part of me actually wants to go back to zacky, but the rest knew it was a terrible idea. Make them come to you. I bit my lower lip as I considered this idea. C’mon, do it for zacky. I gave one last glance outside the window, into the dark forest before deciding how to make them find me. Be subtle. Okay. I opened the window just a little bit, turned around and went to turn off the light, then threw myself on the bed, leaving the window and curtains open. Oops!
Matt’s POV
I watched from inside the truck as ginger moved around the little motel room in just a t-shirt and her panties.
"I found you, my little squirmy doll."
She then stopped in front of the window and looked outside for a while, before opening her window a little. She turned around, turned off the light and went to bed. Seriously? Is she that dumb?
“Um, can I help you?” he asked me. I opened my mouth to tell him what had happened to me, but something stopped me. Lie. Why? Just do it.
“Yeah, um, I got lost in the forest like two weeks ago and I don’t know where I am. Can you please give me a room? I have no money with me but I promise I will pay you as soon as I get some help. I just need to take a shower and get some rest.” The guy raised an eyebrow at me.
“Please. I seriously don’t know where I am and I would really appreciate a room where I can sleep in. just for tonight. You don’t know how it feels to sleep in the floor with nothing more than a t-shirt to keep you warm.” I tried to convince him. The guy thought about it for a second before turning around and taking a key from its hook, then giving it to me.
“Room 215. You should call your parents or something.” He told me with a quizzical look. I smiled at him.
“Oh god, thank you very much! You seriously saved my life.”
“no problem…” I took the key from his hand, and went straight to my room. I didn’t really understand why I lied to that guy. I mean, he really could’ve helped me, and the police would be on its way by now. Amanda would be safe, and those bastards in jail. Maybe it was because of zacky? Well, that was a possibility. I didn’t want vengeance to be in jail, though he probably deserved it.
I finally reached my room, and opened the door, plopping on the bed. I was drained from running all day, and my legs were starting to ache. I turned my head to look out the window, and into the dark. Are they looking for me right now? Is vengeance okay? What if they find me? All these questions popped in my mind as I looked at the dark sky outside. I didn’t really get why, but I began to feel guilty for leaving. Mostly for abandoning Amanda. I really needed to get her some help. If you get her help, they’re gonna get vengeance. Again that voice. I sighed in frustration of not knowing what to do. I decided to take a shower and relax for a little so I stood up from the bed, closed the room’s door since I left it open when I entered, and headed to the bathroom.
In there I stripped from my clothes and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm. I got inside the shower and let the hot water run down my hair and body. I shampooed and rinsed my hair, and finally began to feel clean after so long. The hot water helped me relax, and wash away all my worries. I finished and stepped out of the shower, drying my body and then wrapping the towel around my head for my hair to dry a little. I looked myself in the mirror, and finally took a look at what jimmy did. The little silver star shone from its spot in my nose. It actually didn’t look that bad, he was right. But what bugged me was the fact that they did it. Just for the sake of torturing me. I raised my hand to my nose, but stopped. Should I take it off and leave the little whole to heal or should I leave it there? I thought about it for a second, and decided not to take it off. I decided it was time to get some sleep, so I took off the towel from my hair and combed it a little with my fingers, then put on my shirt and panties and went back to the room.
Once again, that feeling of betrayal and guilt hit me. Maybe I should go back. Wait, what? What was that? I’m beginning to talk nonsense! Did I really want to go back to that house of hell? Oh, you know you want to go back to zacky. Well, maybe I did want to go back to zacky, but not to the rest of the gang. Besides, If I went back just for zacky, the rest would notice and capture me again. I couldn’t do that, not after getting so far. What to do? If you don’t wanna go back to them, make them come to you. Maybe…NO!
“FUCK!” I shouted is despair. This internal fight was fucking killing me. Why don’t you want to accept that you actually wanna go back? Because I don’t want to! I was feeling like a mentally sick person for debating with myself this way. But I had to admit that the little voice was kind of right. A part of me actually wants to go back to zacky, but the rest knew it was a terrible idea. Make them come to you. I bit my lower lip as I considered this idea. C’mon, do it for zacky. I gave one last glance outside the window, into the dark forest before deciding how to make them find me. Be subtle. Okay. I opened the window just a little bit, turned around and went to turn off the light, then threw myself on the bed, leaving the window and curtains open. Oops!
Matt’s POV
I watched from inside the truck as ginger moved around the little motel room in just a t-shirt and her panties.
"I found you, my little squirmy doll."
She then stopped in front of the window and looked outside for a while, before opening her window a little. She turned around, turned off the light and went to bed. Seriously? Is she that dumb?
You can't leave it like this! I need an update o.o
12/4/14