hotel suicide // 5sos au

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I walked out of my hotel room.

I rubbed my tired red sore eyes.

I still wasn't able to sleep.

I face the illuminating clock on the wall.

2:00am it read.

I yawned.

I padded down the dark staircase.

I had somewhat grown accustomed to the place.

Sure, certain things still freaked me out, the noises around were still alien to me, and I would jump a bit when the floorboards creek but other than a few minor things, I was fine.

I had, to some extent, given up on finding an exit.

It had only taken me a week to figure out there wasn't one.

I was in lybrinth in a way, the layouts seemed convinient to roam around but you'd be surprised to see that when you enter certain rooms, you'd exit in a completely different hallway.

At first I thought I was crazy,
But then I realized,
If this was Michael's way of getting to me,
It is most definately working.

I heard loud thuds from the floor above me.

Those twins never stop making loud noises.

I made my way into the abandoned dinning hall.

It was all dusty.
Only a small light illuminated through the darkness enabling me a clear view.

I took out they keychain that were hooked onto my car keys and pressed on the small, but bright flashlight switch.

I looked up at once grand chandeliers, ripped stained table cloths placed onto the once shiny marble tables, all the plates, surprisingly were all still positioned as to where it was years ago remaining untouched and unbothered.

I let my hands trace the walls,
My fingers grip onto what seems to be a switch.

I flip it,
And indeed it was.

As the lights began to shine, I seemed to have been whisked away to the past again.

And everything was back to being brand new.

I saw on stage, the orchestra playing live as people in fancy attire were enjoying their meals,

I could hear their hearts beating,
But thats all.

I walk around,
They don't notice me.

I am invisible.

I try to touch the chairs and the food,
Nothing seemed to be happening.

I sat at a vacant seat near an woman adorned with silky royal blue in the form of a dress with pearl jewlery and a little boy no older than 8, in a tux with a neat red tie

And it surprised me when I could hear him say,

"Mother, where's father?"

'In the bathroom, sweetheart"

"But its been 2 hours!"
The woman tried her best to keep
Her calm facade.

"Check on him, Mum!"

The woman seemed to hesitantly agree.

But before she could take any few steps towards, the police came in yelling for the woman.

"Are you Karen Clifford?"

The woman nodded.

"You might want to come with us"

They led her outside,

Minutes later she came in sobbing hysterically, immidiately rushing to the young boy, hugging him and crying into his little chest as he looked at her in confusion.

A police officer crouched down infront of him put a hand on his shoulder.

"Son.....your fathers dead"

I looked at his face as his eyes began to tear up.

I looked to the side where the door was open and as all the diners were speechless.

"Why" I heard the woman croak.

I looked down on my wrist.

R-A-'Y'

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So i'm contemplating on this one shot ish kinda lashton book based off this album I really really like, Aware by Front Porch Step and i've had 4 chapters in since November of last year and I really don't know if I should post it on here or nah :// if any of ya'll are reading this, tell me if I should or not cause i'm really into doing this :-------) hope ya'll doing great