Post by Jake on Jul 16, 2009 12:30:49 GMT -5
A loud groan came from the window as it shuddered from the wind. The lock buckled, being the only thing that held the window closed. A small figure opened their eyes, cocking their head to slowly look around the small room. The window continued to shutter, and Kalire, the woman on the bed, groaned, rising to her feet. She kicked the cover off with her, and tripped, landing on a briefcase. With an extremely irritated moan, Klaire untangled to bedspread from around her legs, and walked over to the window, pressing her small left hand against the glass as she looked out into the streets.
"Freedom..." Klaire muttered quietly. She turned around, looking into the mirror over the dresser in the cramped hotel room. Her hair was a mess, and she groaned quietly. A hand drifted to her pants in irritation, and they brushed up against a pair of hair chopsticks protruding from her pocket. With a smile, she removed them, quickly doing her hair for the first time in eight years. The funny thing was, she didn't find it difficult, even after it had been so long...
Wait, where was she? Her face turned to one of confusion, and she grabbed the briefcase, barging out of the hotel room, which had a large, golden 4 on the door. She made a mental note, and started storming down the hallway, metal briefcase in hand, eyes looking lost and distraught.
She made her way to the door, reaching to open the push door. She felt something warm... wet... She lifted her hand off of the door, shrieking in horror as she saw blood smeared on her hand and the door handle. She began hyperventilating, collapsing onto the ground and crawling away from the door. Blood rubbed off of her hand and onto the carpet as she went. She hid behind a couch in the reception area, curling up and breaking down into a teary mess.
She was terrified of blood.
"Freedom..." Klaire muttered quietly. She turned around, looking into the mirror over the dresser in the cramped hotel room. Her hair was a mess, and she groaned quietly. A hand drifted to her pants in irritation, and they brushed up against a pair of hair chopsticks protruding from her pocket. With a smile, she removed them, quickly doing her hair for the first time in eight years. The funny thing was, she didn't find it difficult, even after it had been so long...
Wait, where was she? Her face turned to one of confusion, and she grabbed the briefcase, barging out of the hotel room, which had a large, golden 4 on the door. She made a mental note, and started storming down the hallway, metal briefcase in hand, eyes looking lost and distraught.
She made her way to the door, reaching to open the push door. She felt something warm... wet... She lifted her hand off of the door, shrieking in horror as she saw blood smeared on her hand and the door handle. She began hyperventilating, collapsing onto the ground and crawling away from the door. Blood rubbed off of her hand and onto the carpet as she went. She hid behind a couch in the reception area, curling up and breaking down into a teary mess.
She was terrified of blood.