Queen Mary

XXIV

Before going back to our room, Sam and I decide to go look for something to eat. As we reach the exit of Queen Mary, the heaviness seems to lessen, and the headache I've had for the last few hours dissipates as well. As we walk through the streets, I begin to smell the fast food.

"Well, I'm thinking Taco Bell, like I just really want some burritos." I say. Sam Chuckles, and nods.

"Honestly me too though. Like Burritos and those Cinnamon Twists they have. I could probably eat every single one in the damn restaurant if they'd let me." I always get the same thing from Taco Bell, all of us do actually. We've all got our specific orders we get every time. At this point I could order for everyone in the friend group and they'd all be happy with what I got them.

"I just really ant my burritos, maybe a Baja Blast too." As we get closer, and I see the big bell signaling that we're close, I can smell the sweet deliciousness of tacos. This is gonna hit the spot, I can't wait. It seems like both Sam and I pick up pace to get there faster, and finally we reach the door. Both of us order, and decide we can take our food with us so we can get back and into bed as soon as we can. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day for everyone. The walk back seems to take twice as long, probably due to the fact we're both eating and walking at the same time. Or trying to at least. 

We make it back, and the heaviness returns. A wave of anxiety hits me like a ton of bricks and I almost feel nauseous when Sam opens the door to the lobby. 

"You okay bro?" Sam asks me. I nod my head but don't say anything out of fear of puking if I do. We make our way down the halls and finally to the hall with our room, I feel like I'm dragging cinder blocks on my feet, and a uneasy feeling of being watched creeps up on me. I look behind me, half expecting to see an employee or a resident, but there's no one.

A wave of relief washes over me when Sam and I make it back to our room. These guys wonder why I usually don't want to go on these investigations, and tonight is a prime example of why. Bianca got physically hurt tonight, and Colby got locked in that room with her. And there was absolutely nothing any of us could do about it. I've dealt with so much of this shit since I was a kid and now it seems like it follows me around like some kind of stalker. No way in hell am I injecting myself into any kind of investigation, ritual, séance, or anything else this week. I'm perfectly content staying in my room. However, they make a good point when they said any of us being left alone here would be a bad idea. But I really with they would have thought about safety with all this shit before simply deciding we were doing it.

"You good bro?" Sam asks. No, not really. But sure, we can pretend until I can be calm enough to politely express my feelings about it.

"Yea, it's just been a really long day and I'm exhausted honestly. The shit with Colby and Bianca kinda freaked me out." I say. And all of that is true, but my feelings about it are a lot more intense and I wanna play it off like I'm just tired.

"I feel you man, that shit scared the life out of me. But I kinda knew there wouldn't be any sense in stopping either of them from going into that room."

"That's fair, Colby really seems into her. Hell if I didn't know any better I'd go as far to say he loves her." I say. Which for Colby is rare. Sure he's had flings and situationships, but he hasn't had a girlfriend ever I don't think. Seeing him as infatuated with Bianca as he is kinda throws me for a loop.

I glance over at Sam, and he's got a nervous look on his face.

"What's up, talk to me." I tell him. He looks up at me and sighs deeply.

"I just, this shit's supposed to be me and Colby. And I'm worried cause now he's got like a damn medium girlfriend and I don't want to third wheel with them all week, or on future investigations..." He says. Damn, I didn't expect that out of him.