Revealed

57. Jeremy

Driving around with no company has actually contributed to my insanity. Or maybe it's just because Solane isn't with me.

A few hours of piercing silence later, I come across a motel. I park the car a few blocks away from it before entering.

"Can I get a room please?"

The woman behind the desk looks at me with a giant smile across her face. Something is not right about her presence, though I push my judgements aside. She gives me a key with the number 34B on it. I pay for my room and head upstairs.

Upon opening the door, the smell of wood chips and dirt slap me in the face. The bed is made although the sheets are a brownish color with patches of cream stains. Anyone would notice that they were originally white sheets. A small wooden drawer sits beside an even smaller fridge. There are carvings on it. A deformed heart with the letters 'A' and 'H' on it. In between is a plus sign. Other imprints include little drawings and maker stains.

The only window in the room has a giant crack going from the top left to the bottom right of it. I make a note to myself not to open it. The glass is covered with a curtain covered in what looked to be coffee leftovers.

I sit on the bed. Being there feels wrong. Something is off about that place.

The fridge is empty. Only a few water bottles are on the shelf along with a mango and a half eaten bag of white bread.

I wish I had not taken Solane's phone so that I would have had some kind of contact with her at least.

This room is where I'm going to be for the next few days until I figure things out.