Run (A Shawn Mendes Fan-fic)

Chapter Two: Waking Up

Dear Diary,

I'm not sure what happened after I passed out. Right now I'm in a hotel room but I have yet to find out where I am or who put me here. There is no note or anything.

Love,

a confused girl

Skylar

I brush the plush, white covers off of me and swing my legs over the side of the bed, quickly tucking my diary and pen in my shoulder bag that had with me yesterday.

I pick my bag up, putting it over my head and quickly tip-toe through the bedroom until I'm at the door.

My fingers find their way to the cold door handle and I twist until I can see the empty hallway. Perfect, I think, I don't want anyone to see me. I shut the door behind me and speed walk down the hallway. Right as I turn the corner a hard force is smashed right into me. I can't help it when I'm knocked unbalanced and my feet lose their footing.

"I'm so sorry! Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

I make eye-contact with the boy in front of me and then quickly keep my eyes from slowly drifting up his shirtless chest. I try to keep my eyes down and positioned towards the ground. He has his hand out in front of him, waiting for me to take it but I don't. Instead, I pick myself off the ground and start to walk by him.

"Wait! Where are you going? Are you even okay?" he continues to follow me but I remain silent, gradually picking up speed as I make my way down the hallway.

My nerves are starting to take action and panic is settling deep in my stomach. Why would he want to talk to me? He probably wants something from me, I need to get out of here. I can't help the tears that start to bubble over and run down my cheeks. He grabs my hand and spins me around.

"Are you- Woah, why are you crying?!" I want to run and talk at the same time. I want to answer his pleading, confused eyes. I want to explain why there's no more light for me, even though he's a complete stranger and I'm still panicking, but the words get trapped in my throat, I can't seem to form a single sound.

I watch as he stares at me, waiting for a reply that he's never going to get. I expect that he'll walk away but his hand stays on mine and his kind brown eyes never leave my own dull blue ones.

"Please, just explain what's wrong so I can help you," he pleads but my mouth won't budge even though I need someone to talk to, I need someone to know my story without pitying me. Sadly, I know that that's not possible and I need to get out of here before he suddenly recognizes me and realizes I'm that girl who used to be on the front of every newspaper with the dead sister, who died 'unexpectedly'.

There's nobody who can help me anymore, not even a therapist, everyone who knows me gives me that same sad look like I'll be forever devastated with the loss of my sister. And believe me I will be, but nobody's making it better when even though I don't even know them, I'm reminded of her death just by one glance of their pitying eyes.

A cloud of anger settles over me from my aggravation giving me enough confidence to spit a sentence or two out even if it's quiet. "Lots of things are wrong," I whisper, finally finding my voice. "I'll never be okay, and I'll always be alone." I turn and run, letting my feet find their way towards the stairs, since elevators are too slow. I sprint down step after step until I'm in the lobby.

"Ms. Woods, I'm so happy that you are awake. Please, stay a while, enjoy yourself. We've already reserved a room for you," I stare at the nice lady behind the counter, of course they know who I am, I'll never be able to escape my past.

"That's very kind of you but I don't know if I can stay. Did you contact my parents by any chance?" I pant, shifting back and forth on my feet.

"We haven't yet. Do you want us to?" She starts to pick up the phone but I stop her right away.

"No! Please, is it alright if I stay in a nice suite for a while without my parents knowing? You can charge my account, where can I fill out forms?"

She smiles before pulling things up on her computer, "Skylar Woods, I know you're running from something but luckily this is a perfect spot to do so."

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After I was set up in my room, I started to ask around for things on the room phone. I got some questions answered and it turns out I can have some things delivered right to my new room directly from stores in a very short amount of time. I purchased electronics, food, clothing, all these good things. By now, I think the hotel got the message that I'm not going to be leaving for a long time because they've started to send me little free baskets of food.

My fridge is officially stocked up and my new laptop and iphone seem to be working fine. I take a quick shower and then dress in one of my new bikinis. I'm no longer the boring Skylar Woods with the dead sister, I'll be a new me, with a non-existent past. I place a nice pair of sunglasses over my eyes and slip on a pretty dress, using it as a cover up. This new Skylar Woods is confident, and beautiful. I refuse to cry anymore, but just incase, I ordered lots of waterproof make-up.

Apparently after I passed out last night, someone bought me a room because they 'knew' me, it's rather creepy to think about but I'll take the good with the bad, or at least that's what the new Skylar would say. I rummage through my drawers until I find some sunscreen and then I start to rub it into my skin, I might have dropped out of school but I still know that the Florida sun is killer.

Once my beach bag is put together, I grab my room key and am out the door. My day started off kind of rocky with that guy in the hallway but I got myself together and now I'm going to spend my day in the safety of the hotel pool area. There's really nothing to worry about, I mean as long as I start fresh, I won't have any more problems, and if anymore problems arise, then, well, I'll run.