Tears ran down my face as I tore through the parking lot of an eerily quiet motel. No lights on in any of the windows, no cars in the parking lot, no sign of life anywhere. I made my way to the main office praying there was someone there working the counter. The door stood ajar but there was no one inside. Behind the counter, there were room keys hanging from the wall. I selected one and turned to make my way to the room, but realized my position would be immediately discovered by my careless mistake. I took all of the keys I could carry and ran to a random room on the second floor.
Once inside my selected room, I fell to the floor. I had been running for what felt like hours without stopping. The events of the past month running through my head made me dizzy and sick. I swallowed a mouthful of vomit that made its way up before remembering I had left my sister there with those people. Then I lost my composure. After emptying what little remained in my stomach I walked to the mirror to clean myself up. The me I knew was gone, replaced by a very pale, frail version of me. Bruises covered my entire body, lips bloody, eyes dark from lack of sleep. My once black hair bleached to an unnatural blonde made my complexion look even worse. How could so much change in such a short amount of time?
I crawled into the bathtub and lay in the bottom of it staring out the small window at the top of the wall. It was large enough for me to crawl out of should an escape be necessary, but it also made for an excellent spy point to see if anyone walked by. I knew I needed to stay awake, but I could feel my body begin to betray me rather quickly. I wished it were morning, I wished the person who ran this motel would come and find me lying here and call for help, I wished this was all just a horrible dream that I would wake up from, not that the life I lived was that much of an improvement.
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