White walls, cream flooring, brown doors with windows covered by a white sheet and black number indicating the rooms, blurred passed me as I ran as fast as I could down this dreaded hallway.
143...145...147! Finally. I turned the door knob and flew into the room. I stubbled a bit due to the speed that the door opened. I hadn't expected that.
"Grayson? Are you here?" My voice traveled into the unfamiliar hotel room.
"In here"
I followed the voice to the room I heard it from. The kitchen.
I was greeted by a beautiful man with a big stupid grin on his face making like wrinkles beside his deep blue eyes. His brown hair was messy but it was meant to be that way. He was gorgeous. The only way to describe this tall, fit man that stood in front of me.
Before I knew it his tan arms were tightly wrapped around me, I could feel his breath on my neck. For some reason I felt like this is where I belonged. My home and safe place. The place I wanted to never leave. His body was warm and was just so comforting. It felt perfect. Then he started to squeeze me. Harder and harder until it became hard to breath. I tried to gasp and move my way away from him but failed. His grasp only got tighter and tighter and my head became light. My eyes were out of focus and I could tell if I didn't get air soon I wouldn't make it. Panic ran through my veins and I struggled although it was useless. My vision blurred, heart slowed to almost nothing, my head spun and then, black. The empty dark colour that is so familiar to my brain. My comfort and place I know all to well. I spend a lot of time in the darkness. And somehow, when a light shines ever so slightly, the black consumes it and I'm left stranded.
