The Haunted Hotel part 1: Martin

Chapter #10

I was back, but on the inside it felt like I was dying.

Michael sat on the bed and looked at me. "I am so sorry about what happened to your mother, as you may have expected, my actual girlfriend slit her wrists just after that."

I gasped and closed my eyes to hold back the tears. Although he had done horrible things, I never want anyone to do what I attempted to do when I was younger. "Please, just go now.." I saw a flash and the second I opened my eyes he was gone.

I need to move on tomorrow, even with the headache which was still present as all heck...

Diary, my sweetest,
The next morning the headache kind of loosened its grip on my scalp, which was quite pleasant. Although my breasts still felt like they were about to break apart.

--> *fifteen minutes later*

Dear diary, I'm sure you'll probably hate me by now as I write so much but I have to get this off my chest. I am going to the hospital and get me a checkup, because I think I have ate something really bad, it can't be anything else. I have to go now.

--> *five days later*

Oh my sweet diary, I guessed it all wrong and the actual cause is far beyond my belief. I am expecting a little girl! Quite frankly I thought it all along but I figured it couldn't be true, because you'd have to be lucky for that and that's not really a thing I am.

I have to drive on today and reach Martin, to tell him this amazing news!

I feel that spirits are watching me, well, watching over me and my new child of course. What I truly hope is that in one of those spirits I can hear my mom talking to me, but I know better, hmm. "If you are there, why weren't you there for me before?!"

About a minute later, I think I heard a very soft voice state a very obvious answer to my unnecessarily furious outburst. "Because, dearie, I wasn't sure, still aren't to be honest, if you are ready for that. To hear my voice, but not to see me. To feel my warmth on your shoulders, but not being able to touch me yourself."

I tried to be assertive but the words of my mother left me nearly speechless. "Of course I will never be ready for that, mommy, but I need you right now!" I let myself slowly drop on the bed and felt her recognizable warmth wash over my shoulders and upper back. I cried hard and much because of all the memories that came flooding back. I cried so hard it came in big shockwaves into my back as well.

I don't know if you ever had that, that your body just takes control over itself while shocking your back.

Eventually I ran out of tears to cry, but I kept on crying, because my sadness hadn't ended yet. I sat straight up and buried my head in my hands, with my mom still giving me warmth and support, while she was the reason I initially cried, or was it the overwhelming thought of never seeing Martin ever again? I don't know, both different ways of sadness but equally terrible.

"Come, dearie, we have to go to Martin, oh and by the way, I would work on your make-up, I suppose you don't want to meet him looking like a panda, do you?"

I snickered. "We, I think you mean just me."

"Do you think I've ever, ever left you? I've been there for all this time, but you were too close-minded to acknowledge it!"

I exploded. "You were too open-minded to fuck with another dude!!" As I screamed the words I stormed into the bathroom, to indeed get my make-up fixed.

I checked out of the hotel as quickly as possible, got in my car and absolutely floored it. The sound and the force of the wind in my face was pleasant, as I needed to empty my mind for a moment and just focus on Martin, Martin and Martin alone.

When I nearly lost the grip in a corner, which would have resulted in me being flat as a penny, as there was a truck on the other side I decided it was smart to lower my speed a little bit.