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Noises all around

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Noises all around. Chill. Blurred image.

Where was I?

I looked around. I knew that place perfectly. The walls are peeling off the wallpaper, a musty sofa in the corner and a kitchen corner consisting of a rusty oven and a few rotten cabinets. Hotel. What was I doing in the hotel?

Where was the rest? Newt, Thomas, Minho... where the hell were they?

Loneliness dug its claws into my heart, filling it with cold and fear. I could hear my breathing, quick and shallow, although I didn't feel like I was breathing at all. My uncertain footsteps echoed across the room and echoed off the walls, only filling me with even more terror.

Something was definitely wrong. The walls were rippling... really rippling!

The door to the corridor was open, behind which there was only a black void. There was nothing! Old stairs, a rickety railing... nothing. As if the door led to a bottomless hole into which you fall and never come out. I pursed my lips tightly, feeling irritation ripple through me. I didn't know where I was, who put me there or why the hell they did it. And when I didn't know something, I had an uncontrollable urge to destroy something.

-I don't like it anymore! - I shouted and stamped my foot. - Hello!

My voice boomed back at me like a boomerang, as if the walls were mocking me. The silence irritated me even more. I huffed and took a few nervous steps, only to return to the same place again.

-Any one of you show up and I'll break one of your legs.

Nothing. The next time I was answered by silence, which was then louder than the thoughts swirling furiously in my head. They were shouting over each other. My head was starting to pound, the pain coursed through my blood, reaching every part of my body. I put my fingers to my temples. It hurt.

Suddenly, a loud bang broke the silence. My head began to throb more intensely, so at first I didn't pay attention to the source of the noise. Only later, when everything had quieted down and the pain had become more bearable, I was able to look around inspectingly.

The walls were heaving. Noises mixed with pain. Bang.

The noise was caused by the door opening violently and banging against the wall. A man stood in the doorframe. His hunched shoulders rose and fell after taking heavy breaths, there were visible abrasions on his hands and... he swayed, as if he was wondering whether he would rather stay on his feet or fall to the ground. The long hair was matted with black goo, and if it weren't for one relatively clean strand of hair near the ear, I wouldn't have known that it was light in color. I didn't see his face. He kept his head down, perhaps ashamed of himself or afraid of me.

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