Mr.Brightside

Chapter 3

"Name please?" A security guard asks as I near the front door of the Luxe hotel. "Carson Downbridge." I reply and he backs away from the door. I hear the rabble of people as I walk past them. All the women wearing cheap dresses glance over at me and bite their lips or swoosh their hair. How pathetic. A drunk girl, most likely off of champagne, falls over on me and grabs my half buttoned collar. "You are so" She stops to swallow and catch her breath. "...hot." She says, almost tripping over her heel. "Yes, I'm aware." I reply and set her against the wall. What a piss hole. Still, I don't know about her. Too drunk to tell if she's the one or not. Let's...explore a bit.

Blonde man. Sitting across the room from where I'm standing. I overhear him talking arrogantly to a woman standing next to him. Maybe. I inch a bit closer to hear their conversation.

"You're an embarrassment, Joanne." He says in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I'm so sorry."

"That dress...it shows off your hideous figure. I'm burning it when we get home."

"No! Please! It was my mothers!"

"I'm sorry! Did it look like I care? Now go to the bathroom and fix your makeup. It's running down your face."

The woman begins walking past me, but I gently stop her by placing my hand on her stomach as she passes. "Are you alright? what was that?" I ask in a concerned voice. She sniffles and tucks a hair behind her ear. "Nothing, really, don't worry about it!" she smiles. I lift up her chin to look at me. "You can tell me. It's alright."

She quickly looks away and avoids eye contact. "I um...I wore the wrong dress and Matt's just a bit worked up, that's all" She sputters. "I'll go and speak to him." I reply sitting her down on a sofa.

As I approach him, I can see him eyeing me down. I stand up straight and look him in the eye. "Why are you threatening her?" I ask.

"What's it to you?"

"I was looking for an answer, Matt ."

"Look man, I don't know you but it'd be in your best interest get the hell out of my face."

And that did it. "Come with me." I say, leading him to a bathroom. The door echoes behind us as we enter. "What the fu-" he smarts before I cut him off. "You've got quite the attitude..."

I snatch the champagne glass from his hand and bust the end of it off. Before he can say anything, I cover his nose and mouth with my left hand and stab him in the stomach with the glass handle. He murmurs words from under my palm and tries to scream out in pain. Twisting the jagged glass round, his breathing slowly, but, surely, decreases to a stop. He limply drops to the floor and my spine electrifies with pleasure. Good thing this one didnt make to much of a mess.

Stuffing him into one of the the stalls, I quickly slit his wrist and prop him up on the toilet. Afterwards I quickly snatch a paper towel from the dispenser and a pen from his limp corpse.

I'm so sorry...whoever finds this, know that my miserable life has come to an end and that Joanne can stop worrying about me. I stopped it for her own sake.

Goodbye, Matt...

Good enough. I drop the paper on the floor and swipe my suit.

"Help! Help! Oh my god! There's someone in the bathroom! I think he's dead!" I scream, frantically running out of the bathroom. Everyone's attention is drawn towards me and a few go in after him. Before anyone can see me, I run out of the front door and enter my car. I can vaguely hear the screams coming from inside the Luxe...how annoying. What's all the fuss about?