𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.

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Bursting through the door to my hotel room, my lungs were no longer working on their own except for the small bit of the air trying to go into my system. I didn't think I could make it back in time or remember the route to get back, but the only hotel that was big enough and important enough to room us was just a few blocks away. The whole journey back felt like a distant dream, a chaotic nightmare. My chest, feet and legs were in so much, my brain was sure to lose oxygen by the second if I didn't calm down. I knew I had blisters on the soles of my feet now that the adrenaline was wearing off. I tripped into my room and towards the nightstand, crashing into it while throwing it open like a robber trying to find valuables in little time.

I gripped the edge of it while holding onto a small necklace that was wrapped in a faded t-shirt of my old school logo, the scent welcoming in a safer feeling than what I just experienced. I pulled the necklace back but the shakes remained, the awful state of panic deep in my veins and my chest. I could breathe, but I didn't feel calm; even in my own room with the door securely locked.

I got off the bed, speed walked into the bathroom in a hurry. I clicked on the light and felt myself become paralyzed at the sight of my own reflection. My hair was a mess, my skin was covered in sweat and dirt, there didn't need to be a lot of blood on his hands for an imprint to be left; but just the small droplets Rico managed to get around the room ended up on my neck.

I turned on the sink and shower, debating which one to get into first with each faucet turned all the way to hot. I debated getting into the shower, jumping in without taking my clothes off and starting to scrub away the blood of an unknown. The blood of a stranger, a stranger who is probably dead or badly beaten to the point of being unrecognizable. I felt bad for Brix, just the mere thought of trying to find your twin in a world like this was more disgusting than I could think of.

I grabbed the complimentary soap they provided for us and started to scrub my skin raw, trying to get even the smallest particle off so there was nothing but a thought left behind. My heart thrashed against my chest, stomach nauseous.

"Come on." I said to myself while now scrubbing, praying it would get off my skin without realizing how red my neck was turning/

After a few moments of just sitting there after getting the blood off, I stood under the water letting it drip down my face with a numb expression on my face. None of this was worth it at all. The threats, the insults, the looking over my shoulder act was enough to drive anyone mad. Like right now, I was going mad. My mind was battling what to do next, because I knew I needed to flee as quickly as possible. I couldn't trust anyone, not Ares nor Ciera. Ciera was in her own world and traveled completely separately than all of us, and Ares was far too busy to even sit and hear about any problems that are going on within the band. If it didn't jeopardize the band in public, it didn't need her attention for that day.