Don't Listen to Your Heart

Silent Screams, Bloody Hands

"Sasha?" a familiar voice asks in the room. I slowly open my eyes, blinking it a couple of times.

I've been hiding in this room for a big amount of hours, maybe even days. It's a tiny secret space I built in my own room. Well, actually, I just teared the wall down and make it a livable space out of it. It's not really heathly though, dust keeps flying through the whole place, making me feel sick.

A lot happened to me lately. I've met this weird guy wandering around the Hotel a few weeks ago, his name is Jason. He's one of the most stubborn and annoying guest this Hotel has ever had, really. He told me he was killed by an annoying old woman with big glasses, which I supposed to be Iris, and told me he was furious about that. I calmed him down, explaining to him the whole being dead thing, and, unexpectedly, he listened without interrupting me.

He took me to a side of the Hotel I've never been to, which is weird since I basically know every corner of this place. He also told me there's a guy as a guest now, Will Drake, who bought the Hotel and is willing to change it all inside. Which makes it all make sense now. I've never been up here because there was no way to know this place, a wall used to cover it.

He walked me into a dark corridor, where we met a couple of old styled people, a woman and a man. The man really looked like Tristan, I couldn't stop thinking that. They told me their story, from the very beginning. They told me how Elizabeth was truly in love with them, well, mostly with him, how James locked them up here and made them struggle for blood for several years. Yeah, they're Vampires and, apparently, they are the ones who turned Elizabeth.

They told me things I didn't wanna hear, about James, and his being obsessed with her. I started feeling sick since then. I don't feel like eating, which I can't anyway since my stomach doesn't work anymore, I don't feel like sleeping, also because it's all blankness and it scares me. I laughed at myself for that. I've seen literally any kind of horror in here, still the blankness of my not-dreams scares me. I had spent years and years of my life learning how to open my mind's eye, but I didn't really need to since it was already open since basically the day I was born. It never closed and I felt proud about it. Now, in death, I lost it. I lost it all, and it sucks. It sucks balls.

Anyway, the thought of James and Elizabeth still makes my stomach growl and my head ache. I've forgiven him, but, everytime I find myself walking to one of the dead people in here, they tell me something about him I didn't know. It's stressful and painful. Like, a lot.

I'm down on my knees, in my new tiny little space I decided to call 'Unsounded Room'. It's a name that basically makes any sense at first impression, but, to me, it really does. I let out all of my silent screams in there, and some of them were really loud. I didn't even expect to that all that strength, to scream like that, really.

The voice calling my name won't stop, I roll my eyes and carefully, soundlessly, slip out of Unsounded Room and finally show up.

"Woah, what happened to you" Dylan asks, followed by Rocky. They soon both stare at me with wide eyes, I probably must look awful but who cares at this point.

"I'm just kinda tired"

"You should really come with us, we'd keep you safe" Rocky sweetly says coming closer.

"I'm not emotionally stable right now, you see"

"You don't look mentally stable either" Dylan says as Rocky soon gives him an evil sight.

"I brought you a person, she came to our dorm to visit you and I had to tell her that you quit College and started working here" Rocky suddenly says. I soon feel my heart pounding out of my chest, even if it's basically impossible for it to even beat.

"Hey Sasha" a female voice says, my mother.

I quickly lean down on my knees as memories start running wild in my mind, like furious animals that just had a chance to escape a zoo or a circus. They go from good to bad, the memories. All the times she has yelled at me for no reason, all the times she has treated me like a piece of shit, like I was totally worthless and useless. All the bad words she has said to me in all these years, like cold blades into my broken heart.

"What do you want"

"I wanted to know how you were doing but then your friend here told me that you quit College. Why would you do that? That's stupid! You're wasting your life, is this what you wanna do for the rest of your days? Cleaning up a dirty old Hotel with a man who dresses up like a woman and a old lady that looks like she'd be about to die one day or another? With that man who talks like he's from the First World War? Really?"

At the sound of those words everything around starts fading away into total darkness. Tons of flashbacks reach my mind, as fast as the light speed. James and Elizabeth having sex, Elizabeth into the Murder House for giving up on their baby, my uncle beating me up, my mother talking shit about me around the whole family's dinner table, Rocky talking shit about James, Dylan being afraid of me.

"SHUT UP!" I suddenly scream with all of the strenght I have in my frail exhausted dead body.

"We'd better go for now, calm yourself down a little bit" Rocky says pulling my mother away from him.

"You're scarying me. This Hotel turned you in some kind of monster, maybe I should report you or something. For your own good, of course" Dylan says, walking closer.

"Just leave me alone before I totally lose it"

"Why, what would you do?"

"You'd better not discover it. Just stay the hell away from me" I creeply whispers as he soon runs out of the room, frightened. I reach my Unsounded Room once again, alone, in the dark.

Don't let it take you.