Psychosis.

Chapter 4

Luna's POV 9:10

We stepped into the dark hotel room with no light source except from the corridor we came from, Audrey made her way to the bathroom and flipped the lights on so we could atleast see what the fuck we were doing.

The bathroom aluminated just enough light for me to see where the lamps were, I made big, careful steps over to the first bed, then the nightstand and eventually, I turned the lamp on and by the grace of God I could see shit again. The room was quiet, too quiet. From the ugly eggshell colored walls to the abstract paintings on them, to the tacky bedspreads that somehow looked more expensive than anything else in the room, the silence was what bothered me the most. I sat on the bed.

"Not exactly a Florida resort, huh?" I heard Audrey exclaim from the bathroom.

I look up, my messy ass hair frames my vision.
"Oh, no. Ten times better." I say with a tinge of sarcasm in my voice.

She walks out wearing a grey T-shirt and sweat pants that I'm guessing she got from her bag,

"Look, I'm sorry for bringing you all into this shit, but it won't be for long. I promise." She told me, sincerity present in the way she spoke.

"Can't be any worse than being at home alone doing nothing like I usually do. And I like getting into shit with you guys." And I meant it.

"Alright, get your sappy ass to bed so we can figure this out in the morning."

"Nah. You go ahead and do that, this isn't the type of atmosphere I like to sleep in."

"Okay? That's a little pretentious but suit yourself." She slipped into the bed next to me and I found myself wondering what the fuck the sleeping arrangements were gonna be. I just hope I don't have to share a bed with anybody, fuck.

The thought made me anxious so I mentally thanked myself for packing some leftover pot in my bag from the other night.

But I can't smoke it in here, I need to go outside.

I got up quietly and walked out of the room even quieter. The corridor had an eerie vibe to it and I wasn't having it one bit. I need to leave.

Soon enough I was outside the hotel rolling my joint, it wasn't helping. It was only making me more nervous than before. I just couldn't shake this strong feeling that someone or something was watching me. I took out my white lighter and ignited the tip of the joint until in started burning on its own.

I took a hit. I inhaled and felt a bittersweet burning sensation in the back of my throat, I held it in for a few seconds. Then exhaled.

A thick cloud of smoke left my nose and mouth, I felt the urge to cough but pushed it down.

The last thing I want to do is attract attention to myself in this empty parking lot, this abyss of nothing.

It's too quiet out here, the slightest sound could rupture the silence.

I took another hit, the paper getting shorter and shorter as it burned down to the other side.

I exhaled again.

The urge to cough came back full force, and this time, I couldn't help but give in.

The coughing fit came so fast and sudden that I couldn't breathe, a wave of terror washed over my entire body and my heart started to pound right out of my chest.

Footsteps emerged behind me getting closer and closer, louder and louder, I thought I was going to pass out

But wait, there's more than one.