“So you never figured out what i am here for?” the man stared into the mirror his complextion was rather dark and looming as a shadow his clothes was wet so was his feet all around him blood was filling the floor as he stared into the mirror
“So you never figured out what i am here for?” the man stared into the mirroir his complextion was rather dark and looming as a shadow his clothes was wet so was his feet all around him blood was filling the floor as he stared into the mirrior “you could not figure out what i am here for, you do not even know who you are anymore do you?” he looked down to his wrist as blood dripped to the floor his eyes became wide as heat boiled up inside of him his thoughts became blank he then known he cut his wrist again he fell to the floor and screamed up to the mirrior “damn you god, why can’t i die?!” he punched the man in the mirrior as the man stood shaking his head “you need to suffer more that is why you are here god will not help you, i can help you tell me what it is you want?” he looked at his wrist then to the man in the mirrior a surge of hatred ran over him “i need no help, damn you!” he hit the mirrior again as it shatterd and fell down upon him he seen the man no more his wrist was nothing but a mere cut and he sat in the floor slowly shaking “i need no ones help..” he stood up and sighed as he began to clean the blood that has began to dry on the floor cursing at himself for his stupidity. as he finished it he walked out from the small bathroom he sat down on the bed his wrist was burning but he was freezing on the outside “not this feeling again” he held himself in a hug and layed down on the bed holding himself as he shook a feeling of a hammer hitting down on his head was felt he closed his eyes as he coughed and let imself go falling off of the bed onto the floor motionless he lay. a few hours pass as he lay there still silent and motionless he thought to himself of the man in the mirrior he saw “he cannot give me want i want , all lies” he stood up and shook his head the feeling left him as he opened the door to the hall of the hotel he walked to the end of the hall as he went down the stairs to the bottem floor he then walked to the last door on the right of him he knocked on it twice the number on the door was “017” a man opened the door he was bald and tall looking down to him the man said “what do you want?” “is Megan here?” the bald man walked inside and yelled at her to get out she sat on the couch then ran out in a hurry and ran down the hall as the door slammed shut “hey wait up megan” he chased after her and grabbed for her she ran out of the building and onto the crowded streets Skulls, monsters and dragons ran through the streets “el día del muerto..” she ran farther away and ran through a group of kids she knocked one down and kept running the kids chased after her as he stood infront of the hotel watching her he shook his head and walked to where she went following them slowly through the crowds of people “shit she would run off like always” he looked down keeping his head lowered as he walked to a gate that was broken open he walked inside and saw the kids megan ran through they were about sixteen or seventeen megan were sorrounded by the people, he could not tell for sure then a scream was heared in the middle he sat down out of thier view watching them as megan was at her knees.