Wretched and Divine *Black Veil Brides*

Savior

I look up from my feet to see a work of orange and pink in the sky, telling me the sun was setting. I look across the busy street and sigh, where am I going to sleep? 

I keep walking with my now useless house keys set between my fingers like Wolverine in case someone tries to mug me. I will admit I get paranoid easily, thinking of what could happen to me. 

My eyes dart from one side of the street to another hoping to see a motel to stay at.

 Luckily I find someone to point me to one. Even though the building looks like it's falling apart at the seams, I run in to it and pull out my Tron wallet.

The old lady at the desk looks up from some papers, surprised almost. I get that look a lot seeing as I wear a lot of black and have the "rebel" look.

 "Do you have any rooms?" I ask almost to quiet to hear, yes, despite my looks, I'm shy. "Yeah, ten bucks a night. We're going out of business." She said as she held out a key card, I took it and thanked her quietly and began to walk away. "Room 12 in case you were wondering." She mumbled sarcastically.

 I looked back and blushed. "Oh, Right... Sorry." I said, before I ran off to my room.

I opened the squeaky door to room twelve and set my back pack down on the shag carpet that had to have had about ten insect colonies in it. I cringe but pull up my hood and lie down on the bed anyways, eventually drifting in to sleep.

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I woke to some One Direction song. I would have set my alarm to a song I like, but this way gives me more incentive to get up, no matter how much I think of it as torture.

I stand up, grabbing my bag before walking out of the small room. "Thank you. Here you go." I mumble quietly and I gave the aged lady fifteen bucks. She just glanced at me with a smirk before returning to the papers on her desk. 

I'm walking past the fair grounds, pondering whether this was a good idea or not when someone putts their hands over my mouth and eyes.

"You scream and you won't see another day." he mutters in my ear, I nod and he removes his hands, I take the chance 

"HELP!" I scream so loud it feels like it shred my throat. The man takes a piece of wood from behind him and hits me upside the head and my vision goes black.

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Bit shorter than usual, but it was that or update tomorrow, and I'm trying to start updating daily. :D

Hermescamper, OUT!

(A note from the author a year in the future: And I thought this couldn't get much worse. Yes, Kate, please don't think out the story any more just go hog wild and write about nothing.)