Til Death Do Us Part // James Patrick March

new beginning

The words, "Go away and never come back," rang through my head constantly. You'd think your own parents would never say that I guess bad luck punched me hard in the gut.

My asshole parents just kicked me out and now I'm walking aimlessly through the dirty polluted streets of Los Angeles with $350 in my hand.

They kicked me out because I'm such a "failure," and that I should be out of the house by now. What? an 28 year old can't have big dreams to stay in and love my parents?

They didn't even acknowledge the fact that I have been paying half of the rent that I worked my ass of to earn.

So now my life's gone to shit.

"Fuck," I said looking at a homeless woman. She was holding a shivering dog while a bunch of rags were covering her. I felt bad so I counted a few bucks and put them inside her McDonalds tip cup. With that I kept walking.

No offense to that lady, but I hope I don't end up like her. No where to stay, and hopelessly freezing with her stone-cold chihuahua.

As I was walking so many cars passed by me, it almost scared me because they were so close. It's not everyday you walk through the LA streets freezing cold because it's the middle of December. I wore a flowery dress with a bubble jacket on top with boots. I don't think I'm going to survive.

I didn't bring a lot to this new bullshit journey to hell. As I said before I brought $350, well now $345 because of the tip I gave earlier, my phone, a charger, and airpods. Of course I can't survive with only that so I'm already planning what should be engraved on my gravestone.

I'm so fucking pissed right now. All my life's hardwork for nothing. I got straight A's throughout my whole life I don't get how my parents can't accept the fact tha-

My mind blabbering got cut off by tripping on a stone. "Shit, not like my life can't get any worse." I muttered under my breath. I looked to the side and saw this hotel and holy shit it was beautiful.

I got up and dusted off sand from my face and clothes.

The red and yellow sign shown brightly on my face. Hotel Cortez. I don't know what I was thinking but I mindlessly wondered inside. I know I wouldn't be able to afford to stay at this hotel but no harm to check it out right?

I walked through the glass doors and was greeted with a lot of light. My hands covered my eyes for a moment. But as my eyes got used to the light I admired the breath-taking chandelier.

I decided to check out the fee for a room. I walked towards the front desk and was immediately greeted by this middle-aged woman, looked like someone is eager to be working here. I'm assuming she's wearing her work uniform. She also has really big glasses that remind of owls. "Welcome to the Hotel Cortez what may I do for you today?"

"Uh hi how much for a room?" I asked gazing around the hotel some more. "Well it's your lucky day half off of $80 so thats means $40."

Something came over me so I counted $80 for two nights and handed it to her. "Alright two nights," she said wondering to the back wall to grab a key. "Room 21."

"Alright, thank you." I said now headed to walk upstairs. It's honestly not that bad for such a good hotel so I just took the deal. As I roamed through the 2nd floor halls I heard laughing and I quickly turned around to find the source. Nothing there so I kept walking.

As I was walking through the many halls I heard a bunch of stuff like screaming, moaning, laughing, and cleaning? I saw this red head clean a red stained sheet. She told me about an accident in one of the rooms. I'm assuming someone was on their period, happens to most of us.