hotel suicide // 5sos au

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He looks up.

He looks at me.

Okay, he isn't looking at me.

He's looking exactly at where i'm invisibly standing.

His eyes seem to land exactly where they connected with mine.

And, I almost don't believe this, but the wierdest thing happened.

Exactly when both our eyes met, in the sense of it being completely accidental and coincidential because i'm pretty sure at this point he couldn't see me,
I felt a course of something flush through me.

It felt like an adrenaline rush,
That kind of feeling you get after running marathon.

Minus the exhaustion.

I don't feel the heart beating against my chest,
But I feel a rush flow through every vein and every bone.

A rush so powerful it was almost pleasurable.

Almost.

I examined the boy who still looked as if he was studying something.

All this while 'looking' at me or into my eyes, his gaze never seeming to leave a part of me once.

The clock displayed 1am now.

He had stopped crying at this point.

But his eyes were still red and puffy.

His cheek had bruised where his mother slapped him and he was still taking in slow raggedy breaths.

I look at his tired red sore eyes.

Surprisingly I don't see a wreck.

I see the beauty and the despair in them.

The beauty and the sadness in them.

The beauty and the pure hopelessness in them.

His back was turned and it was facing me now.

I watch him walk up the stairs,
I follow.

I watch him walk all the way to the farthest door.

He walks in it and closes the door.

I am not denied entry as I simply walk through it.

I was met with a grand room.

Possibly 5 times the size of the rather small, compact, and crammed bedroom I had back home.

The room was pretty neat, but there wasn't much.

On the right you will see the 4 hammered on shelves and tons of books, specifically comic books, perfectly displayed and put according to tones of colours, from dark to light.

Below it was a desk with one of those early looking computers, some stacked notebooks and a pencil holder filled with pens.

On the left,
A comfortable looking sofa.

Then, a bed.

His bed.

He was lying down on it now.

He seemed to be trying his best to sleep.

But his eyes remained open and they were blinking, looking up at the ceiling.

I look at him intently.

Until I felt a drip from the ceiling.

And another drip.

And another.

I slowly look up.

And the ceiling was melting.

Not just that, but everything around too. Everything began to melt all around me, the very little furniture, the walls, exposing the night in clear view to me, even the boy, he, remained unfazed as he melted as well.
I, in panic, reached and twisted open what was left of the door.

I closed my eyes and ran.

And I don't know why I closed my eyes as I ran.

Maybe because if anything where to happen, I wouldn't have to leave with my last memory being-

Thump!

I groaned as I fell back to the ground.

I rubbed the back of my head.
I bumped into something.

I opened my eyes.

A wall.
I bumped into a wall.

Not just any wall though.

I recognize the chipping wallpaper from anywhere.

I stood up.

I was back in my hotel room.

I look at the flickering table lamp perched on the nightstand.

"U" a whispered voice said into my ear.

Thats all I heard before everything turned black.

R-A-Y-D-O- 'U'