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Reaching Out #1
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Chapter 1: Residing in for the day
~~(Lynn) ~~
Every moment glistens with tears of satisfaction, beautiful smiles, pleastaries, and whatsoever, however, though, my moments were anything but those, as far as I can recall. I've been fenced in, locked away my entire childhood, never experiencing what it really felt to be outside.
Mom would throw a hissy fit if I ever dared to hint at going out. I never asked her why. Trying to persuade Dad was like asking a wall to move. He spent his days pretty much prisoned at his office, immersed in work, and never bothered to take part in any family conversation.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all discouraged or stressed out, instead, I initiated my outside world through my vicarious thrill. I visualized how it would feel to be in a world without any sort of chaos, how would it feel to live without constant worries clouding over like weighing clouds.
Like everyone, I forgot decent things were never meant to be kept. They have been seized away from the grasp within seconds. Just like mine.
That world was torn to shreds, pieces that would never come back. It was all over, just like that.
The mode of the environment changed, and along with it, people did too.
The world was suddenly not thrilling anymore. It was dark, and I fend off to find my light, leaving the mess behind me. Somewhere along the way, I hoped I would find something better one day and that seemed like a faraway dream.
The suburbs around this time, at 10 pm or something like that, were mostly mysterious. It reeked of danger, bloodshed, and vengeance.
Poverty-stricken people lead miserable nights and no one in this world bore any soft heart for them. At the moment, they are just battling death and I admire their courage to keep going, even if it was at a snail pace.
After all, success required steps and no elevator.
As soon as a hotel inlined my vision, I sigh in relief. At least, I got my strength to go on through the day.
I'm exhausted beyond any relief. My legs protested against walking. My stomach and throat begged for food and water. My face was marred with dust and my hands were sticky. I need a real shower soon.
Searching for a place to sleep for the night wasn't really an adventure worth traveling, however, desperate times call for desperate measures and I don't complain. The worse is yet to come anyway.
The hotel appeared out to be something old, and shabby like a building built in 19's. I can see paints coming off the wall, even through the dark. Some part of it was shattered at one side of the building. Although it tall and stood dominantly, I was still skeptical whether to reside in for today since it gave off frightening vibes. I mean who in their right mind decided to assemble a hotel in the middle of nowhere. Skipping my reasonable thoughts for the night, I step in through the entrance of the hotel, confronting a narrow aisle. The glass doors looked fragile and I was exclusively careful to keep my hands off of them.
Weird.
Is this building shut down?
My heart skipped a beat. Not bothering to reach a sudden conclusion, I search around carefully for any sign of a living person.
And, phew! there was one.
The employer behind the computer looked exhausted, nearly stumbling off the chair. He was mostly camouflaged by the computer and countertop. I shake my head internally for the poor guy. Taking a measured step, I reach him and tap the counter with my bitten nails.
"E-Excuse me," I call out, rasping. I clear my throat. The voice does that when you endured without water and food for long.
My stomach roared but thankfully, the guy was almost deaf to those embarrassing sounds. Thank the lord!
The employer jumped up in his chair, startled as he began to rub his eyes hastily and blinked thrice. Finally, he stared up at me.
"Who are you?" he asked, squinting his eyes to get a better look, perhaps?
"Lynn Thompson, I was hoping I could book a room for the night?" I asked, timid, watching his every movement cautiously. One thing my mother taught me about people, is to look at their moves. Every move their body makes has its own tell. Watching the employer, his body spelled out sleep in capital letters.
"Room?" He inquired with a furrowed eyebrow as if he was mildly perplexed.
"Yes?" I kept caressing my sticky hands on my jeans.
"Oh, of course! Silly me." He murmured, fully awake now, "Sure, how many days?" He began to type something in the computer, his fingers moving violently on the keyboard.
"Just tonight would suffice, thank you," I reply.
"35 dollars." He passed me a slip as soon as his printer printed it and a door key with the label "Door 23".
I pay him the required bill and shut off my brain when it begins to protest about the lack of current financial amount. I'll deal with it later. I always do. The employer furrowed his eyebrows again as he gazed me up and down but stayed muted.
Ignoring the creepy gut feeling, I stride to my designated room for tonight. I snuck a glance at the other doors, all closed, and not a sound was heard.
Am I the only one living here?
I quickly open the door through the key, barging inside, and nearly slam the door close.
Whew!
I roam my eyes around at the ordinary room with a medium-sized bed in the middle and a desk in the right corner of the room. There's a small bathroom adjoined, thankfully. My pulse that was skyrocketed moments ago seemed to settle down and I was finally breathing properly. I'm grateful to Mom for teaching me survival skills when she talked about how to escape Dad every day. It came in handy.
Placing my battered bag on the desk and picking out a new attire of a jeans and t-shirt and a towel, I stroll off to check the bathroom. It looked elegant for a dirty building.
Freshening up with freezing cold water, I cringe a little due to the sudden intrusion of cold water oozing through my skin. It felt like needles poking my skin. Removing my hair from the messy bun I did earlier in the morning, I comb it through my fingers and wince while coming in touch with the knots. I yank hard at those twists and my scalp burns in response. Why didn't I bring any comb with me? I glance at my current clothes and cringe hard. They looked like I have been rolling on the mud, did the employer suspect anything?
I wave off the thoughts and step into the shower. Peeling of the clothes, I place them aside for later wash.
Holding a scream as the freezing water showered my body, I prayed to God for it to be over quickly. I stand under the shower for minutes, shuddering and clattering my teeth until I decided I had enough. Cleaning up and washing the dirty clothes, I finally called it a night. I'm more than tired.
I leap onto the soft bed and retire for the night. I'll have to form a plan tomorrow morning again. Ugh, exhausting.
I'll have a lot on my plate tomorrow. But for tonight, I'm safe. Just for now.
I doze off to sleep. See you, tomorrow.
© beautiful monkey
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Chapter 1: Residing in for the day
~~(Lynn) ~~
Every moment glistens with tears of satisfaction, beautiful smiles, pleastaries, and whatsoever, however, though, my moments were anything but those, as far as I can recall. I've been fenced in, locked away my entire childhood, never experiencing what it really felt to be outside.
Mom would throw a hissy fit if I ever dared to hint at going out. I never asked her why. Trying to persuade Dad was like asking a wall to move. He spent his days pretty much prisoned at his office, immersed in work, and never bothered to take part in any family conversation.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all discouraged or stressed out, instead, I initiated my outside world through my vicarious thrill. I visualized how it would feel to be in a world without any sort of chaos, how would it feel to live without constant worries clouding over like weighing clouds.
Like everyone, I forgot decent things were never meant to be kept. They have been seized away from the grasp within seconds. Just like mine.
That world was torn to shreds, pieces that would never come back. It was all over, just like that.
The mode of the environment changed, and along with it, people did too.
The world was suddenly not thrilling anymore. It was dark, and I fend off to find my light, leaving the mess behind me. Somewhere along the way, I hoped I would find something better one day and that seemed like a faraway dream.
The suburbs around this time, at 10 pm or something like that, were mostly mysterious. It reeked of danger, bloodshed, and vengeance.
Poverty-stricken people lead miserable nights and no one in this world bore any soft heart for them. At the moment, they are just battling death and I admire their courage to keep going, even if it was at a snail pace.
After all, success required steps and no elevator.
As soon as a hotel inlined my vision, I sigh in relief. At least, I got my strength to go on through the day.
I'm exhausted beyond any relief. My legs protested against walking. My stomach and throat begged for food and water. My face was marred with dust and my hands were sticky. I need a real shower soon.
Searching for a place to sleep for the night wasn't really an adventure worth traveling, however, desperate times call for desperate measures and I don't complain. The worse is yet to come anyway.
The hotel appeared out to be something old, and shabby like a building built in 19's. I can see paints coming off the wall, even through the dark. Some part of it was shattered at one side of the building. Although it tall and stood dominantly, I was still skeptical whether to reside in for today since it gave off frightening vibes. I mean who in their right mind decided to assemble a hotel in the middle of nowhere. Skipping my reasonable thoughts for the night, I step in through the entrance of the hotel, confronting a narrow aisle. The glass doors looked fragile and I was exclusively careful to keep my hands off of them.
Weird.
Is this building shut down?
My heart skipped a beat. Not bothering to reach a sudden conclusion, I search around carefully for any sign of a living person.
And, phew! there was one.
The employer behind the computer looked exhausted, nearly stumbling off the chair. He was mostly camouflaged by the computer and countertop. I shake my head internally for the poor guy. Taking a measured step, I reach him and tap the counter with my bitten nails.
"E-Excuse me," I call out, rasping. I clear my throat. The voice does that when you endured without water and food for long.
My stomach roared but thankfully, the guy was almost deaf to those embarrassing sounds. Thank the lord!
The employer jumped up in his chair, startled as he began to rub his eyes hastily and blinked thrice. Finally, he stared up at me.
"Who are you?" he asked, squinting his eyes to get a better look, perhaps?
"Lynn Thompson, I was hoping I could book a room for the night?" I asked, timid, watching his every movement cautiously. One thing my mother taught me about people, is to look at their moves. Every move their body makes has its own tell. Watching the employer, his body spelled out sleep in capital letters.
"Room?" He inquired with a furrowed eyebrow as if he was mildly perplexed.
"Yes?" I kept caressing my sticky hands on my jeans.
"Oh, of course! Silly me." He murmured, fully awake now, "Sure, how many days?" He began to type something in the computer, his fingers moving violently on the keyboard.
"Just tonight would suffice, thank you," I reply.
"35 dollars." He passed me a slip as soon as his printer printed it and a door key with the label "Door 23".
I pay him the required bill and shut off my brain when it begins to protest about the lack of current financial amount. I'll deal with it later. I always do. The employer furrowed his eyebrows again as he gazed me up and down but stayed muted.
Ignoring the creepy gut feeling, I stride to my designated room for tonight. I snuck a glance at the other doors, all closed, and not a sound was heard.
Am I the only one living here?
I quickly open the door through the key, barging inside, and nearly slam the door close.
Whew!
I roam my eyes around at the ordinary room with a medium-sized bed in the middle and a desk in the right corner of the room. There's a small bathroom adjoined, thankfully. My pulse that was skyrocketed moments ago seemed to settle down and I was finally breathing properly. I'm grateful to Mom for teaching me survival skills when she talked about how to escape Dad every day. It came in handy.
Placing my battered bag on the desk and picking out a new attire of a jeans and t-shirt and a towel, I stroll off to check the bathroom. It looked elegant for a dirty building.
Freshening up with freezing cold water, I cringe a little due to the sudden intrusion of cold water oozing through my skin. It felt like needles poking my skin. Removing my hair from the messy bun I did earlier in the morning, I comb it through my fingers and wince while coming in touch with the knots. I yank hard at those twists and my scalp burns in response. Why didn't I bring any comb with me? I glance at my current clothes and cringe hard. They looked like I have been rolling on the mud, did the employer suspect anything?
I wave off the thoughts and step into the shower. Peeling of the clothes, I place them aside for later wash.
Holding a scream as the freezing water showered my body, I prayed to God for it to be over quickly. I stand under the shower for minutes, shuddering and clattering my teeth until I decided I had enough. Cleaning up and washing the dirty clothes, I finally called it a night. I'm more than tired.
I leap onto the soft bed and retire for the night. I'll have to form a plan tomorrow morning again. Ugh, exhausting.
I'll have a lot on my plate tomorrow. But for tonight, I'm safe. Just for now.
I doze off to sleep. See you, tomorrow.
© beautiful monkey
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