It has been a while... To be honest, as much as I love writing, it is a hobby and as I have just started all of my coursework recently ready for some serious exams, I've had to put off my fanfic. I was actually still her and any reviews were sent to my phone but after a while, I didn't think anyone was that bothered I was gone for so long so I put more time into my other hobbies. It was only when I got a private message from masterofthez that I decided I really needed to update. So here's the latest update to masterofthez's choice of story. I'll try and update some of my other stories real soon, hopefully tonight but if not, after Monday, I'm out body-boarding for the weekend. Enjoy the update!
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
Sunny slowly opened one eye as she rolled onto her right and glanced at the clock. She sighed and rolled back over, closing her eyes and sighing deeply. She was definitely not a morning person.
She clenched her warm, sweaty fists together as slowly, the events of last night's dream came hauntingly back to her, making shivers run down her spine and creating a whirlwind in her brain as she desperately tried to rid herself of the repeated dream that she was sure would haunt her for the remainder of her life.
Beep, beep, beep…
"ALRIGHT, JEEZ!"
One thing to know about Sunny, she had a fiery short temper. Right now, she was trying her hardest not to pick up that screechy alarm clock and launch it out of the slightly open window.
She ripped the white covers off of her body, the starchy covers you usually find in hotels, and flung her legs over the edge of her bed and sat there for a few seconds before she put the palm of her hand to her brow, and wiped the sweat off in one quick motion.
Confusion filled her eyes as she looked around the unfamiliar room, wondering where she was. Then it dawned on her.
She was in room number 39 of the Grande Hotel, around 100 miles away from the Tri-State Area in Danville where her and her father were heading.
Sunny cast a glance around the small room. White walls with what looked to be like damp in the corners around the window; cast iron bars protecting anybody from trying to commit suicide from their room on the third floor; a small, fuzzy television set that sat on top of a wooden desk which had clearly seen better days; and a large double bed which took up the majority of the room, with one bedside table on the right with a flickering lamp and deeply annoying alarm clock, which she was tempted to smash to save the next people to stay in this room for the night the aggravation of waking up so early.
The Grande Hotel clearly did not live up to its name.
The dirty white door to the room Sunny was staying in opened as a man with scruffy blonde hair and the same deep green eyes as Sunny, popped his head around the door.
"Come on, Sunnnnnny! We have got a plane to catch!"
Sunny rolled her eyes as her father pulled a funny face in a desperate attempt to make him laugh as she slowly proceeded to put on yesterday's pair of dark blue, denim jeans along with her favourite white t-shirt, the one with the Union Jack on it, which was now just the slightest bit faded from a year of nearly constant wear, and her red bolero.
As she brushed her shoulder length, blonde, wavy hair, she couldn't help but think of the dream from the night before. And when she began to think, she began to cry.
It was the black hole again. The same black hole she always found herself falling into every single night. It was sucking her in, dragging her through the space of time, but she could never feel it actually pulling her, she was just falling. Falling through the hole that never seemed to end, the one that she didn't believe would ever end.
The hole was the least of her problems. She could have lived with falling non-stop into blackness and solitude. It may have even been considered relaxing. But the hole wasn't the problem. The hole had never been the problem.
Sunny wished that as she fell through the hole, that it would have been quiet for once. She wished that the ghosts of her past, didn't and wouldn't, come back to haunt her. This was what she asked from God, every single night before she went to sleep. She asked that she wouldn't still have to put up with the ghost's from her past.
The shouting soon begins.
Taunts, insults, cruel laughter and harsh words all fill the air as Sunny finds herself trying to cover her ears as she fell further down into the black hole.
It's as if the voices know that she is trying to block them out. Maybe they do know.
Soon, the faces of her ghosts appear.
The faces of her classmates, who would continuously make fun of her for her ridiculous name; the faces of the older girls in high school, who pushed her around too much for being so weak and lonely; the girl that she couldn't save from the dreadful fire, and how much shame in her eyes Sunny could see; the vicious-looking face of the man, she had almost been forced to call her step-father.
And maybe the worst of all-
Sunny quickly wiped the tears from her face with the edge of her red bolero as she heard the door creak open.
"Ready to go Sunshine?"
She frowned at her father and gave him one of her icy glares that caused anyone to squirm in their shoes.
Her father picked up the large, black suitcase that laid just by the door and lengthened the handle so that he could drag it along on its wheels.
"You ready now?"
Sunny looked at him for a moment before speaking a word in her posh voice that would usually drip with sarcasm.
"Just some of my personal things left."
Her voice was cold and no emotion could be detected in that chilling voice. Sunny's dad tilted his head to one side and sighed. A long time ago, that voice had been filled with love and a hint of sadness, but now…
He turned around from her and sighed deeply as he closed the door.
The faces of her classmates, who would continuously make fun of her for her ridiculous name; the faces of the older girls in high school, who pushed her around too much for being so weak and lonely; the girl that she couldn't save from the dreadful fire, and how much shame in her eyes Sunny could see; the vicious-looking face of the man, she had almost been forced to call her step-father.
And maybe the worst of all, the face of her own birth mother, the mother who was supposed to love Sunny, beating her down until she was scared to even breathe.
The only good thing that came out of her dreadful past, was that she had taken self-defence lessons and learned how to stand up for herself, so much so, that nobody would ever try to say anything bad to her, for fear of her lashing out.
But in dreams, it doesn't matter how strong you are, because the dreams aren't happening and you aren't really there so nothing can physically harm you and you can't physically harm anyone.
In real life that isn't the case. And that dream is about the past. The horrible past.
Sunny closed her eyes and did a short yoga sequence, the only thing that helped to numb the dreams.
She took a few things off the worn wooden desk, odd photographs and trinkets and shoving them into her yellow plastic suitcase, before diving onto the floor and looking under the bed, dragging out a pair of black and white socks that she had pulled off of her feet last night. Sunny shoved them on along with her pair of red, converse high-tops.
After casting a final inspection of the room, no more of her stuff remained and it was tidier than she had found it.
With a small spring in her step, she went for the door before adjusting her attitude into the moody, cold zone which she had adopted ever since her father had discovered she was being abused by her mother.
"Here, I'll take it down the stairs for you"
Sunny shook her head so strongly, that the waves of her hair slapped her face with each shake that left Sunny with small red lines where the hair had come into violent contact with her face.
Her father's shoulders dropped as they proceeded down the first flight of stairs leading to the second floor.
"So are you looking forward to our new home?"
Sunny ignored him as she dragged her suitcase down the stairs. It made an odd clicking sound as the plastic wheels came into contact with the steps.
Although she wouldn't let on to it, Sunny had been highly interested in what her new house was going to be like when her dad originally said they were moving to America and thrust a little booklet with all of the house details to her. She instantly shoved it into the dustbin to prove her silent point, but in reality her pride just wouldn't let her show any interest in her new country. Sunny still had no idea what her new house was like, or what Danville was like either.
"America is definitely warmer than Britain, huh?"
Her father was trying to make small talk and this irritated Sunny. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to be left alone to her own thoughts where she was currently cursing the "Grande Hotel" for only having one dodgy elevator that was currently out of order.
A small part of Sunny was making her feel guilty for being so cruel to her father by refusing social interaction with him, but she shook it off quickly.
Sunny had been traumatised big time, and this was her way with dealing with it.
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