Hidden Secrets (An AHS: Hotel/Tristan Duffy Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Seventeen: Blood

The next month was extremely miserable for me. I wasn't allowed to call or write Tristan since the Countess was on the look out for him and I hadn't heard anything from him. A week into him being gone, I had finally gotten up the courage to re-visit Tristan's room, which probably wasn't the best idea. Everything still smelled just like him. I laid in the bed for at least two or three days, crying and screaming. Finally, Mr. March got tired of hearing me and got Liz to convince me to go back into my room. 

Then the week after that, when I wasn't getting any better, Liz and Iris tried to get me to "find my purpose". They let people stay in my room, and every time someone came into my room, they never stayed the entire night. The first night I woke the person up in the middle of the night with my screaming. I wasn't trying to scare them. I just couldn't keep things in anymore. 

The last time someone stayed, I woke them up begging to find Tristan and give him a message. The guy thought I had broke in. He got up and tried calling the front desk to get security in. That's when I frustratingly threw him up against the wall and yelled "Don't you get it!!! I'm dead!" He started screaming in fear and apparently pain as well. I didn't let him go though. I was so angry, I just wanted someone to feel what I felt. That's when Liz and Iris both busted in the room and escorted the guy out. I had apparently broken his shoulder when I threw him to the wall, which explained why he seemed to be in pain. They decided it wasn't safe for anyone else to stay in my room. They didn't want me to be like every other ghost in the hotel. They wanted me to hold onto who I was before Tristan left, and they didn't think that would be possible if I started accidentally killing people.

So the next few weeks were spent alone. Everyone would come in to see me, but eventually I just stopped speaking to people. Pain had overcome me and I had grown completely cold. It was almost like I was numb, but I could still feel the never-ending ache that resided in my chest. After awhile, no one could even see me except for the other's who were deceased. Liz would come into my room and beg me to show myself and talk to her. I just ignored her. I didn't want to talk about my feelings anymore. I didn't want to reminisce about all the times Tristan talked about me to her or how she remembered knowing we were perfect for each other. All of it hurt now. It didn't bring me anything but pain.

"Alexa... I know you can hear me." Liz said into the air after entering my room one day. "I know today marks a month he's been gone... I know you're hurting... but sweetheart, you can't just shut us out."
As usual, I didn't reply.
"Okay... Iris didn't think I should tell you, but I can't just keep letting you suffer like this." Liz looked conflicted. "Tristan called a week ago."
"What?" I spoke up.
"There you are." she smiled. "It's so nice to see your face again."
"What did Tristan say?" I asked.
"He called to tell you he's okay." she explained. "And he wanted me to tell you that he loves you and that you've been on his mind non-stop."
"Anything else?" I wandered.
"He said that he's been through a few cities since he left, but everywhere he goes there's something to remind him of you." she smiled. 
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I looked at her curiously.
"We didn't want to chance the Countess noticing if you just suddenly calmed down." she sighed. "It killed me to keep it from you... but I knew it would be best for both you and Tristan."
"I understand." I nodded and then walked back over to my window. "Thank you for telling me this."
"Please don't disappear again." she pleaded. "You need to interact so you don't go insane in this place."
"I just need a little time." I assured her. 
"Okay... whatever you say. You know where to find me if you need me." she said before leaving the room.

That's all I expected out of that day. I didn't expect anything else to change. Things never changed anymore. It was like I was running in circles every single day, so that's what I expected out of this day.