hotel california (l.h) ☽

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" welcome to the hotel california."

☾scarlett☽

i wokw up slowly, closing my eyes repeatedly before adjusting to the bright harsh light that was streaming through the partly closed window. i rubbed my eyes, sitting up and looking around the room i was in. it hadn't changed. the champagne in the bucket was still there; it didn't even look like the ice had melted.

i threw the covers off of me, the hardwood beneath my feet creaking softly as i shifted my weight onto them. standing up, i smoothed my clothes out and tied my hair up, not bothering to even try to brush it. i then slipped on my shoes, and seeing as i had nothing else to take, headed out the door and down the corridor that led to the front desk and the exit.

"hi michael," i said, seeing the raven haired boy sitting in his usual position, looking like he hated life. "hullo," he said, sitting up straighter, smirking. "how did you sleep, er-...." "scarlett," i said, giving him a small smile. "that's a hot name," he said, and i turned, laughing at him. "oh yeah. but um, thanks for last night. it really helped me out." he nodded. "i think i'll go now, bye," i said, turning and putting my hand on the doorknob. michael sighed. "um, yeah. about that. you can't really leave." "what? of course i can, it's just a matter of turning the knob and driving away....?" i raised an eyebrow at him, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "no, scarlett, it's like, impossible. believe me, i've tried to hundreds of times." i was totally confused and a bit freaked out, thinking michael was a little confused in the head. "i'll just go," i said, opening the door and having the hot desert wind hit my face. "i'll see you soon," michael called after me, and i shook my head, jogging to my car and unlocking it. "that was weird as fuck," i thought to myself, hearing the purr of the engine as i started the car and put it into drive, slowly starting to drive away from the hotel, the neon still lit even in the bright sunlight.

i was now going about sixty, and nothing seemed different. and again, that weird sharp vision was back. i could have sworn i had driven by the same tree at least three times. as i kept driving, i saw a building on the right side of the road that looked terribly familiar. as i came closer, my mind started to race, and i wanted to cry for some odd reason.

it was the hotel.

how the hell?! i knew i had gone on a road that was directly forward or back, no circles or anything. i quickly got out of the car, slamming the door hard in frustration and dusting my hands on my shorts as i stormed back into the exact same room i had been in no less than 24 hours ago. but instead, there was a blonde boy at the desk, not michael. i bit back my shout, thinking it was going to be him instead of this mystery blonde boy in front of me. "oh, um hi." i came towards him, and he smirked, playing with what i think was a lip ring on a corner of his lip. "hello, what can i do for you?" he asked in a raspy voice, and i hesitantly replied, "so i um, kind of stayed the night here last night." "i know," he replied, still smirking and gestured for me to continue. "um. okay," i said. "and, well, like, i left this morning, and i was driving, but it was like nothing changed, and the hotel came back, right to where it was last time." i took a big breath, and he ran a hand through his hair, and the cocky asshole aura became even stronger. "oh dear, you must be so confused," he said, chuckling. "okay, so think of this place, my dad's place actually, a bridge." i furrowed my eyebrows. "a bridge to where?" he leaned in, and i could see his eyes extrememly clearly, vivid blue. and when this boy spoke, he did so in a whisper. "to hell, and back." he leaned back, and crossed his arms, seemingly pleased with himself. "you're stuck here, and there's really no way out. you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave." i closed my eyes. "no, no this can't be right, or real." but when i opened my eyes, this boy was gone.

i had to find michael.

i made my way back to my room, and collapsed on my bed, only to find michael sitting in a chair next to my bed. i sniffed, trying to not let the tears that had built up behind my eyes make an appearance. "hi," i said quietly, and the boy smiled sadly. "hi back," he said, and got up to hug me, his cold arms brushing against my skin as i hugged him back. "i tried to warn you," he said softly, and i nodded, wiping at my eyes. "does this place really lead to hell?" i said, looking into his eyes. he sighed, and nodded, but then his head snapped up. "who told you that?" "some douche that had really nice looking blonde hair," i said, my face still buried in his warm chest. he pulled away. "oh no, no, no," michael said, pulling at his hair. "fuck, that's luke, scarlett." i closed my eyes and sighed loudly, wanting to cry again. i was so tired of not knowing what the hell was going on. "what's so bad about him?" i asked tiredly, my back hitting the bed as i looked at the ceiling, gently breaking free of michael's hold. he spoke quietly.

"luke is satan's son."

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