Gloaming

When Will It Ever End

Cynthia's point of view
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As I make my way to my hotel room I notice how well the ID is made.

It looks like one of the high school IDs minus the cringy picture.

It was simple.

A barcode on the bottom, first name and last at the top left corner.

As I walk down the hallway I begin to finally notice the people.

They look quite different when compared to me.

A lot different.

I'm fair skinned, with vivid blonde hair.

They are all darker skinned, with thick black hair.

I began to notice the stares, the outlandish looks.

Then I notice the whispers.

I feel like I'm drowning in whispers and stares, I can't breath, and no one is helping.

The looks of envy, but also curiosity.
Their eyes almost feel locked on my body,burning my skin.

I start to speed walk, trying to escape the peculiar looks. My thick ragged leather boots barely making a sound on the dark coral carpet.

I can finally see my hotel door in the distance, and I finally notice that the chestnut paint was beginning to peel.

As I approach the door, it's almost like my hand was getting ready to turn the cold shiny gold door knob.

My hand touches the door knob, and I jump internally to the cold radiating off of it.

I turn the door knob, and quickly enter the ragged hotel.

Somehow, I barely notice that my breath is heavy and my palms are sweaty.

I kind of just lean my body against the door and try to catch my breath.

I quickly walk to my grungy white bed and flop onto it hopelessly.

I begin to fall into a deep sleep.
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I'm surrounded by the color white.

The color of emptiness.

I'm in my horrific void again.

I begin to panic once again.

My breath heavy, the void spinning, the sobs filling the subtle emptiness.

I start to sprint to my right, and I don't really know why.

I just sprint as I notice the weird feeling of hair not flying behind me.

I sprint away from the void, but it keep going.

I close my eyes as I sprint.

It helps.

And then I hit someone's hard chest.

I open my eyes to see my twin brother Liam.

His blonde hair, and his blue eyes.

I want to hug him, but I don't.

I just stare at fake him.

He doesn't blink.

"Mom chose you" he says once again.

Tears leak out of my eyes, and the anxiety goes crazy.

When will it ever end?