Pink Motel

9

I was lost. Not physically but mentally. Was Kyle in the bathroom? Was there a secret door somewhere in his room? Was this some sort of sick truck?

I raged through the entire house. The wasn't a single sound, no one in the place apart from a furious and horrified me. I ran down the stairs and out the door, past the paved stairs of the entrance of his house, and spun around the gardens.

"Kyle!" I screamed so loudly, I was sure the rest of the world would hear my terror-stricken voice. I ran towards the backdoor of the house, raided the entire living room, screaming his name over and over again. I was truly really, very frightened. There was no other way of explaining how I felt. All the adrenaline rushed to me head, and I felt my bloody heart pumping, my bloody brain yelping about those bloody handprints that were stamped on Kyle's bedroom porch.

Dropping to my knees in the middle of my neighbour's garden, with tears tempting to leak from my eyes, I ogled at the bright, white, full moon, with traces of grey engraved on it. Clouds peered over it, and it's rays of light passed through them.

I dreamed about several, different theories that might have taken place only minutes ago; Kyle could have fainted and fell off the window, and when he crashed, someone decided to kidnap him in the ultimate speed of light. Kyle had camouflaged with the walls in his room and then hurt himself, and left his handprints on the window ledge, and was looking at me, laughing about this.

Or Kyle had just disappeared into thin air, hurt and injured.

Disrupting my theories my phone started to ring in the familiar iPhone tune, Marimba. I had no idea my phone was with me this entire time! I glanced at the caller, my mum. Oh, I knew she was beyond angry.

I answered anyway.

"Hi mum." I greeted her, and faced my window. My lights were off and my curtains were opened. My voice was fading and chalky, but I cleared my throat anyway, however the lump in it was still there.

"Don't you 'hi' me now, Mikalaya!" She screeched. "I came home tonight and I made dinner, talking to you about my entire day, thinking you were listening to me and waiting for an answer. I called your name so many times when dinner was made. I thought you were fell in the bathroom when you didn't answer me after so many times! Where are you?!" She continued. I took a breath and answered.

"I'm on my way. I was just next door. Calm down." Calmly, I made my way out of Kyle's home, and just as I looked back, I only slightly managed to spot a shadow entering the window to Kyle's room. But it was so dark, so incredibly fast and large, I had no time to acknowledge what it was. Lights flashed from a car accessing to his house. Probably was his mother. Fast walking to my own home, I busted open the door, my heart still pumping in my body.

As I stepped foot in the house, I closed my phone and yelled to my mum, preparing myself for her own share of yelling at me. Pretty surprising when she replied with an average-sounding 'yes'. The saying goes, the scariest is when loud people are calm and quiet. Then you can know for sure that they are truly and despicably furious with you, as hot as any flame.

"Mum."

"Yes Mikalaya?" She answered me with a tone that could be made of honey.Only it wasn't.

"Are you mad at me?"I questioned, cautious of my words.

"Aw, honey, why would you say that? All you've done is sneak out the house, not telling me where you are going, and leaving your window and your room messy. Why would I be mad?" I muttered obscenities under my breath and prayed that she would let this go. Who was I kidding? I knew I was lying to myself.

"Mum, please don't over react. I was just next door doing my project with Kyle." I informed her as I sat on a comfortable chair in my living room, taking my boots off. Sighing in exasperation, I heard her mumbling a few sounds of relief.