The ink bled through the papers as the tip scratched across the surface, forming the sweet nothings I choose to keep for myself.
My lamp flickered and as my hand cast shadows, ink smudging across the paper from the contact of my hand, causing me to mutter profanities as my palm was coloured with the dark blue colour.
I shut my book and proceeded to enter the bathroom and wash my hand under the sink, the bar of soap slipping around my hands creating a sudsy mess around the porcelain sink.
A crack of thunder could be heard echoing through the bathroom, the contents on the glass cabinet over the sink shaking and the bright lights of the bathroom flickering, then a scream pierced through the silent hotel hallways.
YOU ARE READING
hotel ; phan
Fanfiction"...it's one hell of a ride once you enter and there's no going back. No exaggeration on 'hell' sonny." Dan Howell, 1979, aspiring writer. I pass the hours in a dimly lit hotel room, locked away with a number of aberrant individuals who display omi...
