that there's no hope of coming back
⚠️suicide, mental disorders, murder⚠️
Long read ahead~
Lisa's legs gave out just as she reached the end of the road, infront of the dooststep of a motel she'd never seen before.
There was something written on the billboard atop of it. Something in Japanese, so she couldn't quite figure it out yet.
She felt her eyes burn like eternal fires, dark circles already crowning her. Her hair stuck out in all directions, frizzy and sticky.
She stood there for a few moments, each passing second seeming an hour. She seemed paralyzed. And traumatized. Like her limbs had locked themselves together and her mind was keen on focusing on the rusted door of the place.
She held up her hand, as if not believing her very existence, her mere presence at that moment surprising to her.
She flinched when she heard a wanton wail from the inside somewhere. Her hands flew up to her chest and she pursed her lips.
Who would be in an abandoned hotel, in such a weather, down the completely emptied road?
She chuckled.
"BamBam! Is that you?"
The other might not have heard her, but Lisa simply pouted. "Are you gonna ignore me now, Bammie?"
She slowly went inside. The moss covered curtains and the dust that was obviously present made her cough.
She heard a small gasp, more like a hiccup.
"Who's there?" a meek voice muttered.
It sounded like it belonged to a girl.
"Oh, is he with a girl...." Lisa muttered, going inside.
She followed the sounds of those small hiccups --cute, she thought-- and she reached the end of the corridor where she found a small room situated.
She saw a pink haired girl sprawling paint all over the walls, covering them with coal black.
"Bastard!" The girl cried, looking at her hands as she dropped the paint cans.
"Damn, that's some art." Lisa whistled.
The girl turned back, letting out a small shriek.
"Who the heck are you?!"
"I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here?"
"Why are you here then?!"
"I asked first."
"No, I asked first."
"No, me!"
"Wh-"
"What the fuck?" Another deep voice spoke from where Lisa has started walking.
A silhouette of a figure came into light, the shadow dancing around like thousand wisps of smoke.
"Is anybody here?"
"Duh." Lisa murmured.
The figure then came our of the shadows, her face flushing red and eyes swollen.
The pink haired girl gasped at the beauty. How could somebody look so beautiful, yet so destroyed? So elegantly wasted?
"Who the heck are you two?" Lisa asked.
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Heartbreak Hotel ✔
Fanfiction"there's you, and there's me. and there's our faces inches away from each other. and there's a million unsaid words." a short story.
