Psychosis.

Chapter 19

Finn's POV. (Trigger Warning)

It feels like I've been walking down this corridor for an eternity, my ankle is going to give out any minute.

All the rooms are starting to look the same to me, I stopped seeing the numbers on them a long time ago.

I've seen the tacky pattern of this Hotel so repetitively that it seems as if I could fall in any moment in time. As if the faster I go, the deeper I'm in.

It's red and gold swirls of despair. If you squint you could actually convince yourself that you are in hell.

And you'd be right.

Although I think convincing myself I'm burning in eternal hellfire is a nice change in scenery from this eerie hall of nothingness, blackness.

We've looked everywhere in this place and I'm beginning to feel hopeless, so damn hopeless.

Where's Mike? Where's Audrey?

Where's Luna?

I had subconsciously noticed she was gone but I wouldn't let it cross my mind at all.

I just feel so alone.

I feel so isolated.

How long have I been here? Two days? A fucking week? I've lost the concept of time.

I gradually walked past the bathrooms, I go in. I need a break.

I walk in and am immediately accompanied by my reflection.

Walking by my left side, like my very own doppelganger.

I look at him. He doesn't look like me.

Well, he does. But also doesn't. I don't think that makes the most sense, but it definitely does to me.

I walk up closer,

I rest my arms on the sink, and look him in the eyes, look myself in the eyes.

He looks so hollow and dead inside.

My reflection still looks like me. But it's like there is an absence of me. An absence of who I am.

I'm not there anymore.

My hair has gone shaggy, my clothes tattered, my face was stubbly.

I've never let myself get this bad.

I lean upward with disgust,

But he stayed.

"What? What the fuck?" I whisper to myself.

I'm gonna move again, I need confirmation that it wasn't just my mind.

I back away completely.

I backed away with my hands up almost like someone had me at gunpoint, but my eyes never left the reflection.

He stayed the same.

My heart started beating faster, I inched toward him again,

By the time I'm close enough to be looking him dead in the face, I'm staring into the eyes of an abyss of nothing.

His face, or should I say, my face, was completely devoid of emotion.

Right up until it was showing all of them.

An unsettling smirk came across my face, my eyes got wider by the second.

Then the unsettling smirk became a deranged smile.

Breathing rapidly, I fall back.

The reflection then pulls out a glock 17 and puts it to my temple.

I am looking at a maniac that looks like...me?

The smile is bigger than humanly possible now, his eyes are wide with tears streaming down his cheeks.

He pulled the trigger.

Blood splattered all over the mirror, as if someone was slaughtering a pig behind it.

I just stared helplessly dumbfounded.

Hot tears start to fall silently, I sniffle and sob, but I can't bring myself to do much else.

My knees are trembling but I get on them by hanging on to the stall.

I reach the lock, open it, and go inside.

I close and lock it behind me,

I propped myself up to the toilet, with what little energy I had, of course.

I sat there and stared blankly at the door.

I've had enough. What does this mean?

What is it trying to tell me?

Wait, I get it.

It's all so clear now.

It was so fucking obvious.

I know now, I know what I should do.

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I walk through the pool areas entrance, it's so quiet.

Nobody ever comes here, makes me really wonder why they bothered with a pool, I don't care anyways.

I need something that will weigh me down.

Like........a chair. Perfect.

But what will I tie myself to it with?

It took some hard thinking, but the answer was right at my feet.

So I tied my shoelaces to the chair.

I stood at the end of the pool.

A chair in hand, acting as my personal anchor.

I don't have time to think.

I drop it in without warning myself.

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I can feel myself drifting away. I can't be saved. I have chosen this myself, there was no other way.

I can feel myself drifting away. I can't be saved. I have chosen this myself, there was no other way.

I can feel myself drifting away. I can't be saved. I have chosen this myself, there was no other way.