Hope

Hotel

SON CHAEYOUNG's POV

Hope's arms are still clinging on my frigid and chicken shit body. I tried looking on her but unfortunately I can't. My eyes are too heavy to open and I'm too tired to do something. I'm just glad that she's here; hugging me tight, and making me feel safe.
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I woke up in a marbled room filled with white walls and dark brown countertop beside the white bunkers bed that I'm lying at. I shifted my weight a little bit upwards, making my eyes blur and tear up a bit, and my head aching from pain like it was kneading slowly.

I blinked countless of  times, made my head turn from left to right, and wonder where on Earth am I? Am I still in 'The Middle' or did I ressurect or worse, am I alive once again?

Oh hell no.

I'm no Jesus Christ.

I slowly detach myself from the bunkers bed and I explore the whole room. The walls are white just like the clouds on 'The Middle', the room is quite small but there are two beds fitted on it with a countertop on the center, there are no frames hanging or placed, no windows, and only a single light bulb is illuminating this silent room. Too boring to be true.

I dizzily walked through the door, my left hand holding on my nape, and twisting the door knob on the other. Then I slowly moved myself out of that lame-ass room.

"Please proceed to Room 0500!" shouted by that tall, nerdy and dark headed looking girl near the porcelain desk.

"Hey! Where's my room?"

"I can't find my key? Do you have a spare one instead?"

"I badly want to see my wife miss, I need to go to Heaven."

"Unfortunately sir, you still can't. Your mission is not yet done." said by the charcoal haired girl.

"I can't fit in my room." said by a fat guy holding a nougat, whom I guess died because of gluttony.

Shouts and murmurs of people are elevating the whole place. Raging footsteps. A huge chandelier illuminating the entire widespaced area. The wheels of their luggage bag screeching the glossy tiles. Doors shutting and opening. I honestly don't know where I am actually but I might say that this place looks like a hotel or something — hotel for the dead I guess?

I wonder where Hope is.

Hope shouldn't leave me in times like this though.

I'm alone once again.

"Hey!" Hope said poppingly. "I know what you're thinking. That man over there didn't die from gluttony, you silly!"

Now she's here. Coming back in my life like nothing ever happened.

"So what are you now huh? A mind reader?" I asked sarcastically.

"That guy over there died because he was stabbed 13 times on the back with a chisel." Hope informed me.

"Well I didn't ask you that and you're not answering my question."

"Your question is so dumb that I don't want to answer." she said while rolling her eyes on me.

"You're getting annoying day by day! I just want to go to Heaven." I said drastically.

A loud click popped on my wrist!

What the fuck is that?!