Horrible Things

The Door to Paradise

As all horror stories starts, theirs happened in a stormy night. The sky waged war against the powerless trees, shaking them mercilessly. They stopped at a hotel in the forest, foolishly amazed by it's magnificent structure. It made Tommy feel big, it made Diana feel small.

They walked in, stopping at the concierge.

"Do you have a room for two?" Diana asked, smiling nervously.

"We'll pay extra," Tommy piped up.

The beaming concierge laughed heartily and waved them off, "There will be no need for that sir! We always have rooms."

Diana felt more confident after his amiable talk. She straightened her back and gracefully took the room card for him and thanked him.

Tommy guided her to the lift where he sighed.

"I wished you were not so suggestive."

Diana looked at him in horror. Oh what a nerve he had!

"What did I do?" She had no idea.

Shaking his head at her as the elevator dinged open, he walked out with her on tow.

"Your tone of voice! And you arched your back!" He argued like he was struggling to make a point. Of course, as always, Tommy failed.

Stony faced, she stomped on his shoe with her heel and said, "You stupid man!"

She entered the room, and then slammed it shut and left him to his own device.

Realizing that he did not want to spend the night in the hallway, and that asking for another room would be mortifying, he pleaded with her.

"I'm sorry! Please let me in. I know you Diana, of course your wouldn't do such a thing." No response. "I'll buy that bag you always wanted when we get back home to make it up to you!"

The unlocked with a click and a stoic Diana let him in with a huff, hiding the joy in her heart.

You could probably see what was wrong with their relationship, she loved his money and he was ignorant. It was not wise for them to get married. Then again, he was ignorant.

The room was considerably nice for such an affordable price. A king size bed with aqua drapes hanging from the ceiling, a fashionably furnished coffee table and a chair to go with it as well as a fridge. But instead of relishing in the sweet indulgence, they both sat on the bed in silence.

I supposed Diana realised it, after all she was the smart one. She announced that she was going to explore, and took the card and left. Without a spare card, Tommy was left stranded.

He miserably dragged his body to the fridge and drank some bottled water.

He thought about their disastrous honeymoon. Their flight to Munich was cancelled, failing to check his phone Tommy did not see it and had drove all the way to the airport. Then, Diana lost her luggage after leaving it unattended while she was in the toilet and Tommy, complaining about the service. It had been a train wreck of a day. He wanted nothing more than to go home. He was so preoccupied with that thought that he did not notice the the white of the roses on the table turn blood red.

Such a delicious color it was. Love, passion, murder and blood! All the savage things in the world encompassed within a color.

But for now, we shall leave the ill-fated man to ponder over his thoughts and check on his equally ill-fated wife.

Diana Rockwell was elegant and dainty growing up, never once would you see crumbs fall from her cookies. She was of a accomplished family whom had a say in her marriage. Perhaps that was why she was so miserable now.

Diana loved peace lilies, she liked the color white. It reminded her of her childhood and how perfect it was, pure and untouched.

She thought of how Tommy was the grey, corrupting her more and more as time went by. But all those thoughts were abandoned and pushed away as she sat at the bar.

"Two shots of tequila." She ordered, pulling out a u crumpled piece of green paper from her wallet. "Keep the change."

Now, you understand where our two protagonist stands. One was an insecure bastard who thought the world was against him, the other was a false royal who drank away her problems.

The Hotel moved and shifted it's gears, it thinked and clinked. It was finally ready for their check in.