Ecstasy

Chapter 6

Someone shakes my shoulder. I turn over in my slumbering state, trying to fall back into the blissful darkness.

"You have to get out of the car." The male voice hits a tone inside my memory. I know him, right? Slowly I turn back and open my eyes. I find myself in the black car, face to face with the bleach haired boy who picked me up from my miserable state an hour or two ago. Sitting up I stretch out before reaching for the handle, looking out through the front window.

A blurry, blue building with two stories lays tiredly in front of the car's sleek figure. Neon glows brightly, but the letters are unreadable. I guess it's some sort of motel. It must lay outside the town, because I've never seen anything like this near city.

"Where's this?" I shiver in the cold air, the rain falling lightly on my shoulders. Daniel comes around to my side, putting his arm around me. Instinctively I flinch away, before realizing that he's trying to protect me from the cold.

"Outside town." He leads me against a double door with a lit up window, covered in bars, next to it. I roll my eyes.

"I understood that much." We walk inside, to be met by an unexpected warmth. Behind a brown desk sits a grey haired man, smiling warmly against us. He has big, dark eyes, and seems to have been black haired once upon a time, because his wide mustache has kept some of the dark color.

Daniel holds out his hand against the man, palm facing up. At first I don't understand what he is doing, but then the man takes a key, with a wooden plate attached to it, from the key rack behind him, and hands it to Daniel. He thanks the man quietly, before leading me back out.

We walk up the stairs, lights shining with their absent.

"Did he think I was a prostitute?" I mindlessly wonder, stepping over a small wet spot that I hope is water. Daniel's hands warmth are right behind me, ready to catch me if I would collapse.

"No, but he wouldn't ask questions if you were. He has a family that lives here." I think of the Persian looking carpet on the floor in the reception. "Whatever it takes to have them fed for the day he'll do." That seems like it could be true. The man seemed like that nice uncle figure you find in a pizzeria owner, about the same looks as well.

Daniel holds out his arm to show on the room and I turn to stand in front of it while he unlocks it. The dark blue door swings open with a quiet squeaking. He steps in, hitting the light switch. A carpet the same color as the door covers the floor, a double bed with white grey bedding stands up against the wall, and in the further corner a bright yellow lamp lights up a small toilet. It isn't as bad as most movies describes it, however I see some dark spots on the carpet that I don't really wanna investigate.

As I walk in Daniel closes the door behind us, walking to sit on the side of the bed.

"I'll sleep on the floor." He says, following me with his eyes as I walk to the middle of the room, scanning the room.

"No, I'll do it." I start walking towards the bathroom, showing that it isn't open for discussion. "Do you have any toothpaste?" The bed creaks as he gets up to follow me. He takes up a tube of toothpaste from the sink, handing it to me. Mumbling I point it that I would have seen it if he had given me a second. Using my index I brush my teeth, spitting out in the sink. When I turn the tap no water comes out. "Great."

Daniel sits on the bed, a pillow behind his back against the wall, when I come out. He raises his eyebrows, but doesn't say anything.

"The tap doesn't work." I drag a pillow from the bed, getting a blanket from a cabinet. "But maybe you already knew that." Picking the spot with the least weird stains I start making a bed on the floor.