I had sweat all over my body when I woke up. That dream was fucking horrible. I looked over to the clock and saw that it was 6 in themorning. I sat up and looked around my room. Everything was just thesame as I had left it when I first arrived at the hotel. I felt disgusting and i smelled awfull. I should probably take a shower but what is the fucking point. I don't wanna get up, i don't wanna meet new people. Maybe escaping from my old house,from myfamiliy was a mistake. I should have died in there. I think that is my destiny dying in the house and living with a mourderouspsychopath,who killed so many people.
Ihad to get out of here. I know that I have Problems. I always hadthem. But I am not weak. I have been trough so musch and I an stillstanding here, sometimes I don't know how and why but I am stillhere. I am alive. I stand up from my bed and walk to the bathroom, Iturn the shower on because I love it when the water is so hot that italmost burns of your skin. Slowly I turn to look at myself in themirror. I look roughed up. My brown hair is messy and falls flat frommy head to my collar bones, I have dark purple circles under my eyes,my skin looks like it is made out of porcelain and I think I havelost a ton of weight. I will change that. I fucking deserve to behappy. I start to undress as I slowly pull my pyjama pants down, nextthere is my grey shirt which still has dark stains from the sweat on it.I look down at my arms and I swear to myself that I won't do itagain. I don't want to scar my body anymore, where is the use in it?Last but not least i pull my underwear down and then look at myselfin the mirror completly naked.
If somebody would be watching theywould probably be convinced that I was batshit crazy because Iramdonly start to laugh. I laugh at how I am standing here in a weirdHotel naked in front of a mirror, I laugh about how I ran away frommy home and parents just about 24 hours ago, I laugh about Tate andthat I thought I loved him and he is just a fucking psychotic schoolshooter and I laugh about how I almost killed myself because Icouldn't take it anymore. I don't even know how long I was laughingbut after a while I stopped because the water was so hot that Icouldn't see myself in the mirror anymore, because the air was sosteamy.
The shower was so relaxing it felt like I was in there for aeternity. After my shower I started unpacking my suitcase and pickedsomething to wear. I went with a black skinny jeans, a white flowyblouse and my chucks. At last I put on a little bit of make-up, myfavourite black hat und big sunglasses. I didn't want to risk thechance of someone seeing me and reporting me to the police.
TheHotel was empty and quiet when I walked out, just like yesterday. Theonly person that I saw was the grim looking Lady at the reception,I waved at her when I went out the front door. I obviously didn't getanything in return but I didn't expect it. It was a really nice day,the weather was mild and there was not a single cloud in the sky. Iwas walking around town, smocking und stuying the faces that passedme by. The mass was a wild mix out of everything. Happy couples withtheir children and their adorable little puppy walking around town (the Dad probably slept with his assistent at his really amazing anreally boring office job. The happy little wife was a perfect stay athome mom who hated her husband und didn't give a shit about hisoffice affair and wouldn't survive her daily perfect routine withouther 1 to 2 bottles of red wine. The children were misrable too, theyhated their picture perfect Parents and couldn't wait for the daythey turned 18 and finally could move out of the house with the whitepicket fence. But they also loved the money that they got from daddydearest, for good grades, so they had to go to a preppy ivy leaugecollege otherwise they couldn't afford their glamour and partylifestyle,),homelesspeople, Tourists and the weird Volks like me. As I walked around andgot to know my new neighborhood stumbled across a cute little frenchlooking café. On the outside it was build with a beautfull red brickwall which was cover in with the green ivy leaves. Inside I was hitwith the amazing smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods.There were only two elderly women inside who talked to each otherabout their cute grandchildren and what they were doing for theirlatest science project. I felt so home like. But not in my actuallhome kind of way. A good one. I walked to the counter with the cashregister on it and rang the rosty looking bell which was next to it.A few seconds later a very old woman came outside and greeted me witha smile.
How can I help you sweety?
I put down my glases and also smiled at her Hello I was wondering if youmaybe need some part time help here. Preverably in the evening.
After I convinced her that I am 21 years old, thanks to my fake ID and wanted to earn some money while studying she gave me the job for the night shift. On the day I would work at house keeping at the hoteland by night I would work here. Both jobs were minimum wage but itwas a beginning. I stayed outside until the sun began to set. I wasslowly walking towards the hotel when I heard it on the radio of theman who was selling hotdogs on the street.
Violetis now missing for almost 48 hours if you have any information abouther where abouts please inform your local police immedately.
I pushed my hat deeper into my face and checked if my sun glases sat right. I casually continued to walk. I didn't want to catch anyonesattention. I took my first breath when I was back at the hotel. Thatwas totally nerve wrecking. I just turned to the coridor where myroom was in when I heard someone next to me suck in their breath.
To my right I saw an insanly good looking Woman with platin blond hair.She was very well and glamoursly dressed. She looked at me suspicios.
What in the hell are you doing here Zoe?
So that's it for the second chapter. I actually wrote the first one on and a half years ago do you see a difference? Anyway I hope you like it. See you in the next chapter where we get to discover why our favorite mama monster thinks that our sweet violet is Zoe.
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