Emotional Killer

Letting Go

*Amber POV*

"Okay, we've arrived to the hotel. Please, don't cause any trouble Topaz. You nearly got yourself kicked out at the last hotel. Amber, Dearie, please stay near me while we check in. We don't need any accidents happening," Momma chimed in tiredly.

Brother nodded his head and shuffled out of the old car. I pulled on the door handle and pushed it open. Jumping out of my seat, I looked around. The trees were nice and green, the forest around us is so thick. Maybe I can find some shiny rocks!

The hotel looks nice, hopefully the people are too. I followed Momma and brother into the hotel. It has a nice warm feeling, lot's of reds with golds.

Momma started a conversation with the owner, "Hello sir, may we book a room for three? I'd rather make sure I can watch over these two rascals."

"Y-yes, you ca-can. Who's na-name am I-I writing down?" The owner stuttered out. He's really nervous, it's like he's scared of something. My heartbeat feels faster.

"This will be under my name, Angel Wintermare," Momma responded. The man shakily wrote something down on a paper. I feel like something is wrong, is someone upset? Momma and Topaz didn't seem upset, the owner is just nervous.

The person that is upset isn't here. I should find them! They need their day brightened and I'm the one to do so! Momma seems busy, so I'll be the one hero. She shouldn't mind, I'll do it all in one second!

Opening the door let in the cool pine air. "W-well my na-name is Lee. H-how long wi-will you be staying?" The owner, Lee, continued. Maybe he's stuttering because he thinks Momma is cute? Momma says boys usually stutter because of that.

I slipped outside and closed the door slowly behind me. Closing my eyes made it easier to find the upset person. Streaks of deep sea blue and a red velvet smoke. The colors mixed to make a deep purple, the color of sadness and anger. The color of somebody who needed help.

As I walked behind the hotel, my feet crunched on the leaves. There were reds, yellows, oranges, and mixes in-between. The trees still had some leaves, it was like they were holding on to old friends. Afraid to lose them. They would let go and then they would make new friends. Ones that were exactly like the others, as if they were trying to make the originals.

There's a house behind the hotel. One that looks a bit old and scary, an old man who still has enough energy to tell young kids off. But, the streaks were slipping in the holes and cracks. It was an old man who wanted company, but found nobody trustable.

The steps to the porch are creaky, it's like their saying hello. Stepping up to the porch showed the house in more detail. Like the scratches and marks in the wood, a chair that seems a bit old. It seems like a small family would live here, but why would they live behind the hotel? You could just live in the hotel. They must be silly to live behind the hotel.

As I reached up to the doorknob I noticed something. The handle has some red stuff on it, maybe they're upset because they made a mess? I opened the door to reveal the insides.

There was two couches, three armchairs, and TV in front of them. The fabric is faded, they should buy new furniture. Nobody was in here, maybe the upset person is somewhere else. The mixed colors of blue and red, it lead to upstairs. Hopefully, they're okay.

The stairs in the house are better than the porch ones. I could only hear them as the house is oddly silent. They aren't talking, they're whispering. Whispering about the stories of this house. The years they went through, all to the present.

I couldn't hear anything, usually people that are upset are yelling or crying. Maybe, this person didn't want to be heard? Momma always told me those were the ones who needed the most help.

'They didn't want to be helped, they didn't think they were worth the trouble,' Momma would tell me. I made it my goal to help them. If they didn't reach out, then I would reach for them.

The streaks mixed more and more as I got closer to the attic. The purple that was vibrant at the door was now turning into a dark black. What was black for? I've seen light grays, but never really black. Especially, one at this dark of tone. This could mean he really is upset!

Momma has told me not to go near these people, she says the need some distance. But! This person was sad and angry before, so I should still help them. I will not let them be alone!

There's a small ladder that led into the attic, it seems to be a bit worn down. But, these didn't creak when I got on them. They must be really strong, or at least in comparison to the other stairs. The door to the attic is a small latch, so this door might go inwards. I should knock before I enter, it's only proper!

I didn't get the chance to knock, as the door opened. It revealed a very tall man, he's in a... mechanic suit? With my confusion and surprise, I didn't realize an important detail.

I let go of the ladder.