"What do you mean?" I ask the man, trying to remain calm.
He looks me up and down. "You can't leave in this state." He says, slamming the door in my face.
I sit in the chair that I sat in when I first arrived, and start to panic.
There's a guard. There's a guard outside my door. I'm not allowed to leave. Why? In this state. . .?
I calm my mind down enough to walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
The lady staring back at me is a mess. Her hair is in knots, her dress is dirty and ripped, and she's only wearing one earring. Her cheeks are flushed slightly, and the little mascara she had is running.
No wonder I wasn't allowed to leave.
I sigh, and undress, stepping into the shower.
Through the steam, my mind wanders back to the events of last night, from finding Andrew dead to the stranger who helped me, and then left that note.
When I finally exit the shower, I feel simultaneously better and worse.
Dressing in black jeans, t-shirt, and jacket, I leave the bathroom, and check the clock.
It's already 8:30, I note, grabbing my watch and phone.
Opening the door, the burly guard is gone, and I can slip out freely.
Maybe he heard me take a shower.
Walking down the empty hallway, I reach the main room of the inn, the one where the front desk is.
Everyone from last night is there.
Everyone except for the man with amber eyes.
I turned to the group, and the overdratic girl whispered, "He's gone."
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Death of the Vanguard
Bí ẩn / Giật gânMy name is Doctor Amelia Meloc. I was invited to a medical conference. We were called "The Vanguard". No one would know how ironic that title would become. Because most Vanguards didn't survive. Highest Rank: #734 In Mystery/Thriller 1-28-18
