Chapter 1**************
"Wake up Jane!" my little sister Grace called out.
God she can be a pain sometimes.
"5 more minutes." I slurred.
"No now. We here." The 8 year old terror grabbed my arm and I shot up.
"Gee's Grace then why didnt you wake me up earlier."
I looked out the window. The hotel was breath taking. It was a huge hotel. The largest in Chesire I believe. And had the largest clock I had ever seen in my whole life, resting in the middle of the building. Everything about it was enchanting or so I thought.
"Come on out guys." my dad Gerald chimed.
I climbed out from the musty old car. I took a second to admire its beauty. I must have stared off into space but the next second I was ripped from the spot I was standing.
"Watch out!" my mother pulled me backwards into her grasp.
I looked at the falling object above me it was huge, whatever it was, and it fell in front of my feet right where I was standing the moment before. It took me a moment to process what was infront of me but then I realized... It was a man's body.
Never had I witnessed something as horrific as this. I used to be a 15 year old with a perfect life a little friend troubles now and then but nothing too bad. Little did I know that this would permantly scar me for life.
My Mom left screaming into the building looking for help. I was left there with my sister and my Dad. My dad was holding my sister close to him while my sister was crying. I decided to take a look at the body, as a single tear freely fell from my eye.
The man had the looks of a construction worker. A yellow hard had and a vest on. He had blood on his head and coming out of hsis mouth I didnt even try to help because I knew there was nothing I could do. No one could have survived this kind of fall.
Just because I was a carefree teenage girl didnt mean I wasnt smart. I was often stubborn but in no case was I ever acting stupid. Unless I was messing around with my family. I was headstrong and usually independent. I didnt have many friends. I found the only kids I could ever relate with were the boys in my classes but when I reached high school that all changed. The girls in the school called me a slut and a hoe for only hanging out with the boys but I didnt let that bother me I knew it wasnt worth the pain and the tears.
My mom ran out with a man I assumed worked at the hotel. He told me and my family that this was the head construction worker. We went inside I was shaking my sister was still in tears.
We got our key and headed to the nearest elevator. We found out they were having quite a bit of construction being done but that thwy had just finished fixing that elevator and to go ahead. They were DEAD wrong.
