Maya Carter
11:44 pm
Tripping over my own feet I stumbled out of the elevator onto the 5th floor.
I saw the door to my hotel room but turned the opposite direction and continued to make my way down the corridor, trying to see through my blurry vision to read the door numbers.
The blood drummed against my skull as I staggered past door after door. 52, 53, 54, until finally I reached door number 55.
Mustering all my strength I stood up as straight as I could and raised my hand to knock on the door. My knock was weak at first, but eventually they became harder and more desperate as I internally begged the door to be opened. I don't know why I'm here, but something just told me to come here. I needed help, I needed to feel safe, I needed Kaylah.
A sharp tinge of pain shot through my head causing me to cradle my head in my hands, only to see red blood staining my hand when I pulled it away. I tried to wipe it on my shirt with little success as the blood on my shirt just smudged onto my hand aswell.
Just as I was about to give up, the door flung open and Kaylah came into my view.
"You fucking scared me what the heck!" She hissed as she opened the door back further.
I could tell she was about to shout at me until she noticed the blood on my body like maps of the shit I'd been through. She began looking me up and down, her eyes softening as she realized the state I was in. "Maya...." Kaylah said again, her voice - now gentle and kind - soothing me in ways I didn't understand.
I-I didn't know where else to go." I choked out, before everything went black.
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