𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ▸ Stiles Stilinski ²

18

eighteen
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"198?" Allison repeated as the she towel dried her hair after her shower.

Lydia was just telling the two about her weird encounter with the woman who owned the motel. First of, she had a tracheostomy which explained why the towels reeked of cigarettes. And second, she had a number on her wall in the reception area.

Apparently it was the number of suicides that has happened in this motel.

Creepy.

"Yes," Lydia confirmed, definitely creeped out by the whole thing. "And we're talking 40 years. On average, that's 4.95 a year, which is actually expected. But who commemorated that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?"

Brie didn't say anything, just stayed on the bed, staring off into the distance.

"Brie, are you sure your okay?" Lydia asked the blonde once again.

Brie barely even noticed she was talking to her but replied nonetheless.

"Yeah, fine."

"All suicides?" Allison asked.

"Yes," Lydia nodded. "Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me, I..."

Lydia cut herself off, hearing something.

Brie heard it too, from Lydia's mind.

It was a man and a woman's voice. Lydia stepped up onto the bed, trying to get closer to the vent that these voices seemed to be coming from.

Lydia began to shuddered as she listened to the conversation between the couple.

"Lydia?" Allison asked, stepping closer.

The gunshot went off. Lydia jumped back and placed a hand on her mouth.

Brie watched silently.

"What is it, Lydia? What happened?" Allison asked, seeing the girls horrified expression.

"Didn't you hear that?" Lydia asked, looking at the brunette desperately.

"Hear what?"

"You heard it, Brie, didn't you?" she turned to the blonde girl, still sitting on the bed. "The couple, they shot each other."

Brie looked up to meet Lydia's eyes. "Sounded like it happened in the room next door."

Without another word, Lydia ran out the door with Brie following close behind. Allison was confused but followed the pair none the less.

Lydia opened the door to the room next door breathing heavily, looking around. She turned on the light and saw that there was no one there.

It was under construction.

"It had to be right here," Lydia said, sounding annoyed. "It was a guy and a girl and they sounded younger, but... They were here."

She looked and Allison desperately. She wanted Allison to believe her.

"I believe you," Allison nodded. "After everything we've been through, I believe you."

"Or maybe your crazy," Brie spoke, a smirk forming. "Maybe you shouldn't trust so easy, Allison."

The two girls shared an unsure look as the blonde walked out of the room without another word, smiling to herself.

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