hotel books

day 1

"Once, someone told me that people were like hotels. Some people stay for the service, or to wreck it, or just to stay for a bit. So i decided to hide my journals in an empty hotel, as i would hide my secrets in a person. Its just very unfortunate that the only person i can convide in are these hotel walls."
Signed, Eli. Eli. Thats all i know about him, really. And he is also very lonely. He wrote it a lot. I am reading what he wrote. That is the beginning statement. "Once, someone told me people were like hotels." He gave a small description of himself, including age, height, hair and eye color, weight, nothing really too discriptive. He's 5'7 with red, curly, hair and blue eyes, and about 190 lbs. He has a few freckles. And a light brown birthmark shaped like a foot on the side of his neck. It stands out against his pale skin, he said. He's two years younger than me, 26. He sounded very attractive, he should've felt he was.
He continued, "My hotel room had been stolen from, broken, cleaned up, and broken again. I allow the worst and best people in my life. But you are only as good as the people you associate yourself with, so everyone i know must be useless and worthless, as i am. Which is unfortunate for the few lovely people i know.
"Let's start here, with Caleb." I pictured a person named Caleb. Tall, with straight brown hair, an impeccable smile, green eyes, every guys and girls envy.
"I know, Caleb. A nice name. But he wasn't a nice person. You know, he was how you are most likely imagining him. A jock, gorgeous, with jet black hair. And a smile. Oh, his smile. I usually won't talk about him to anyone, but something tells me youre special." Hmm. You're Special. Haven't heard that in a while. I mutter a "thanks" to the book, and continue on.
"He made me trust him, we were friends. Why? I am not quite sure. I am an artist, of sorts. I may be terrible, but i can still call myself an artist right? Anyways, he walked by me, in a park, and stopped in front of me. Staring at the notepad i was doodling in. I was drawing the gentle old lady across from me on a bench. She had warm and gentle pictures. I wanted to capture it. He was wearing his highschool coat thing, you know what i mean? It was red with a white popped collar and patches and pins were scattered across the front and the sleeves. He was beautiful, if anything. "That's amazing," he said. I looked up and smiled best i could. "Thank you." "May i sit?" He asked, while smiling. I stopped breathing for a moment. "Yea, yes please." I say forcing a laugh. "Im Caleb, Caleb Ross." "Elijah. Or Eli". I responded. He was kind. He just watched me for a little. He was almost memorized with the way the pencil moved. I finished the work on the gentle lady. I looked over at him and he was looking and me, smiling. "Can..can i draw you?" I ask, nervously. He looked kinda, flabbergasted. "Ha! Sure." So i sketched him, every detail from the way his nose scrunched up a bit when he smiled or the little freckle right in the center of his left cheek. I showed it to him, and he just looked at it. "Do you like it?" I asked nervously. He suddenly hugged me, tight. I hugged back. I missed hugs. I haven't been hugged in a while. "He pulled away smiling. Its amazing Eli!! I love it!! Am i really that good looking!!?" I laughed at him and he did too. "I have no plans, i was wondering if you would like to go and Maybe get coffee?" I laughed at his nervous smile. Why was he nervous? I suck. "Yes," i say reassuringly. We had coffee at a little coffee shop. He walked me home, since i live on the street across from the park. We were close. "Thank you," i stated, smiling at the ground. I was intimidated by him, i am not sure why. He was sweet. "It was my pleasure." I smiled at him and hugged him, as he did me. He rested his face in the creak of my neck and placed his hand on the back of my neck. I smiled into his coat. I gave him his picture with my number scribbled on the back. "Call or text me sometime. Let's do this again." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. I noticed him blushing, but i didnt mention it and as i closed my house door, i waved back at him. He smiled and waved. I closed my door and locked it."
I am a bit confused on why Eli is setting himself up for heartbreak, i want to go back and tell him to stay away. He seems so sweet, someone like Eli doesnt deserve to have his heart broken. Anyway, he continues.
"I was still high off his scent when i got undressed and put on my sleeping clothes. I was a pretty isolated person, and i found comfort in the emptiness. There was enough air due to all the silence. I had a television, i barely use it though, so its usually unplugged. I decided to draw Caleb's face after i kissed his cheek. It was adorable. What hurts about it most is that i still get butterflies. As i write this, the feeling of floating is surrounding me again, each limb feels as though its defying gravity. But then i remember everything, and its like gravity unleashed all of its unruly forces against my body, slamming me into the hard, cold ground. Everything was great. We talked, but we never really saw each other again. With each week, i felt him getting distant and his words grew cold. I tried confronting him about it. But he brushed it off. Later that day, i got a text message stating, "hey fag. Kill yourself or I'll pull up at your house, and you don't want that." I just stared at the message, and the threat. I was a no one, no one had my number except for my mom, my sister, my best friend's mom, Lily, and Caleb. None of them would do that to me...except...oh no."