Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 49

Make sure to take a look at 'Day 71' above, if you want some cool visuals lol.

🎶Sirens - Fleurie🎶

-Lucy Urbinati-

The door slams shut with a loud noise that makes me flinch, and I'm left sitting on the cold hard floor in this disgusting room that smells like mold. My chest heaves as I try to control my breathing, his words stuck in my mind and echoing back and forth in between my ears makes me sick to my stomach.

'You already have a customer, Bella.'

I bring my hand to my chest to try and contain a sob that wants to leave my lips, I wipe the tears mixed with blood from my face with the back of my hand and compose myself, trying to work with my sore brain. My head is still pounding, but thankfully the bleeding has stopped now.

"A customer?" I say to myself, feeling my stomach turning and my head spin violently the longer I think about it, and the more I think about the open wound on my head.

I turn back to stand on my knees and hold myself up with my knees and immediately gag out of nowhere, god that injury on my head must be pretty deep. But my stomach is utterly empty, and no matter how much I try to throw up nothing ever comes out, so I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, pushing away the physical pain, trying to distract myself from everything that's happening.

I look down at my body, my eyes watering at the sight of the dress I haven't seen in so long. How the hell did they find this dress? I had left it in my bag, in the motel room back in California, but then everything happened and I left what was left of my belongings in that room.

How long was I out? How did they even change me out of my clothes without me noticing? Did they look at me, without clothes on...?

A shiver runs down my spine as I think about it, and it's like my own brain is on a mission to fuck me up, because the first thing that comes to my mind is college, November 23rd, spiked drink, Matt, and feeling dirty.

Images of his face, rage in his eyes, his clammy hands touching my body as if he owned it, me. Beating me down, hurting me, robbing the only innocent part left in me, robbing me of my will to live and leaving me in that threshold between life and death, on the ground as if I was worth nothing.

But that's not all my brain is bringing back to the front of my mind, and out of instinct my fingers find the pendant hanging from the silver chain around my neck. The password.

My eyes widen when I realize that I have a way out, maybe, if the universe doesn't entirely despise me. So I pinch my eyes closed, holding the pendant in my clenched fists as I try to find the word, that one word to make the GPS thing work, just like Louis told me it would.

"C'mon just think for fuck's sake!" I whisper shout to myself, waiting for a revelation, for a memory of that stupid password. What could have marked me so much that I would've used it as a password? Something improbable, something that I don't think about everyday but that still has an impact on my life.

And then it clicks.

I sigh, internally insulting myself before placing the fingertip of my thumb against the back of the necklace, I wait a few seconds and finally the words leave my lips.

"Ephemeral."

I look down at the necklace to see if something is happening, but it doesn't light up or make a single noise to indicate to me that it's even working.