Dark Desires

Chapter 4

Hey it's me I just wanted to let you know that there is s trigger warning to some suicide talk and stuff in this chapter so yeah ~IZZY
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"Mom! What are you doing here?" You asked slightly confused. She walked into your room. "Get your shit we are leaving." You picked you your bags from the floor. "You've started smoking again?" She asked picking up an empty box from the floor. "You know what I don't really care. (Y/N)? Are you listening?" You snapped out of whatever thoughts you were having. "Yes?" You looked at what she was doing. " What are you doing?" "I am packing your stuff. We are leaving this god forsaken place." You were confused. "What? Why?" You didn't even know where to start. "Because I said so." She said giving you a warning look.  "No." You grabbed your bags off of her. "I am not going anywhere. I am not four mom. You can't tell me what to do." You unpacked what she threw in your bags. "I can tell you what to do because I am your mother and you will listen to me." She walked towards you. "Why do you hate this place? What happened to you here?" You looked at her. Your entire face showing how curious you were.

"Because I am had an experience with some of the spirits here." You were very confused at this point. You didn't know what to do. You sat on the bed. "What do you mean spirits? I thought you said that stuff wasn't real." You looked at her. "I lied. I can see and hear them and so can you." She grabbed your hand. "I am what people call a medium. I can hear and see ghost and spirits and I had a bad run in with some of the ones in this hotel. I was doing a show and I had been trying to get one in particular. John Lowe. He was only seen one day a year. What people in this place like to call Devils Night. I was in the room he stayed in. Room 64, when he came up to me and asked if we could turn off the cameras and go to a different room. I didn't care about the consequences, I just wanted to see John. We went up to the room where other famous killers were. I could hear all of their thoughts, it hurt. I looked Ilean warrnos, the zodiac killer, and so many more were in this room. I tried to stay close to John, but I just couldn't. I ended up getting passes around the room like a dog. Until they put me into a seat at the table. They turned to me and threatened, that if I ever come back to the hotel or tried to contact anyone in here, that they would kill me." She looked around the room. "I don't want you getting hurt."

You couldn't believe what was happening. You hated your mother for not telling her, but wanted to hug her for what she went through. "You probably noticed that you can hear and see things that others can't." Now that you were thinking about it. You had been hearing voices and seeing things. At least what you could remember. You had also had the feeling of someone watching you. As you were telling your mother all of this you could see her face getting darker and darker.

"What is wrong?" You asked "This place did something to you. I can't feel your aura anymore. It's like you completely disappeared from my radar." She grabbed your hand. "Oh dear, we need to leave right now." She pulled you up. Dragging you out of your room and into the hallway. Your mother was running as fast as she could. She got to the elevator and pushed the button almost immediately the doors opened and March was standing there. "We told you not to come back." He said before pulling a knife out of his pocket and slitting her throat.

You screamed. You couldn't even think. Your mother's thoughts were so loud. You didn't even think about what you were doing when you lifted your hand you moved it as if to flick something. You didn't flick something, but someone across the room. You could hear the body hit the wall. You didn't even look up. You grabbed your mother's body and held it tight to your chest as your cried.

You didn't care who saw you. You just wanted the pain to go away. You grabbed the knife sitting next to you and put it against the cool, white, skin of your arm. You wanted all the pain to go away, for it to just end so you didn't miss time of your life that your couldn't remember. So you didn't have to live without your mother. You hated her sometimes, but you always loved her. Always. You didn't want to live with the constant pain of keeping something compressed. You looked at your wrist, then back up at your mom. You were about to pull the knife across your skin when someone grabbed your wrist. "NOOO! LET ME GO!" You cried as whoever was holding you pulled you into them. They leaned against the wall with you in their arms. "Please let me go. Just let me go." You were in tears. Your entire body racked in sobs. "Shhh, please don't do anything like that again. I won't be able to handle it." Whoever was behind you was rubbing your back and neck. Holding you tightly. You felt so calm so safe in their arms. You looked up knowing exactly who it was. Sally was holding you. You grabbed her face and made her look at you and you kissed her like you had never kissed anyone before. Full of passion and possession. "I can't do this." You put your face in her neck. "I don't want to do this anymore." Sally stood picking you up with her. "You need to sleep." She said. She was practically carrying you to your room. Your door was still open. You and her walked into your room, where she set you on the bed and grabbed a rag. Wetting it she started to wipe off your face, hands and neck. "I am so sorry." She said gently wiping off your face. You couldn't move. You didn't want to move. You looked at Sally. "I love you." You said before falling into a dreamless sleep.