Author's note: I'm actually enjoying this. As tedious as it is to put some ideas into words, this is a very fun thing to do. I'd appreciate ANY kind of critic giving his/her opinion. This is my first story, so I'm not expecting anything too positive to be said about it.

Chapter 3: Night terrors

I closed the door behind me. The hotel room is so damn empty. All that's here is a bed, a night stand with a lamp, and an old television on a table that looks as though it could fall over at any minute. I threw off my clunky black shoes, flipped on the television and tuned into the news. There was a story on about a woman named Sarah Kofman. I shrugged and decided to take a shower. In the shower my thoughts began racing again. What the hell happened back there at the diner? Should I be worried? Surprisingly enough I didn't care that much. I was leaving tomorrow anyways. They wouldn't worry about me. Would they? I got out of the shower. The TV was still going on in the other room about that woman. Supposedly she had died. I hung my head low for a moment thinking about what it was like to die. I shook out of the thoughts quickly and shut off the television. Rest in peace ms. Kofman. My sweater was sitting over on the table next to the television. I threw on a random long sleeve grey shirt and laid on the bed. I was staring at the ceiling. I liked to daydream. It brings a certain sense of security into one's life. The reality of everything can be very disappointing and daydreams help me temporarily get away from those things. I flipped over in the bed and saw the sweater I had been wearing earlier today on the table. Although I could not tell from where I was, I already knew it most likely reeked from sweat. It was an odd thing to bring along. I guess it was just a quick thing I threw in my suitcase without realizing. It's an amusing droll sweater. Sleep felt immanent, so I closed my eyes and waited for a while.

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Not even the ocean brought peace to his head now. No longer could he look out the window and see the magnificent city around him and know serenity. "Please I'M begging you PLEASE let me go!" He yelled as he backed towards the wall. "You shouldn't of made me upset. You should be smart enough not to piss off a goddess." She said with a sadistic smile. "I'm going to enjoy watching you cry." The boy felt the wall against his back. This was it. It was over. He had no chance to escape. She could easily catch him if he tried to run. She walked up to him and wrapped one arm around his lower back. In the suit of armor she towered over him. She looked down with the look of a seductive temptress. The boy for a moment realized how beautiful she was. He didn't notice until now. But his fate was sealed. With one swift movement, she punched him in the abdomen fast and hard. His lanky body fell like a bag of rocks as he cried out in pain. He was on his knees. "what did I do... I just want to go home." He was keeled over with his head resting on her leg. She grabbed him by a lock of his hair and slammed his head into the wall. The pain was so intense he didn't even make a noise when he opened his mouth to scream. He laid flat on the ground with a loud ringing in his ears. She picked him up by the collar of his shirt and brought him to his knees once more. Then she knelt down to bring them at eye level. At least he'd die staring into the eyes of the most beautiful girl he ever saw. She pressed her lips against his; the last thing she does to her victims before killing them. A single tear rolled down his face from the pain. "That's soooo pathetic." She mocked him. Her arm pulled back, ready to strike with the needle she had mounted there. She thrust forward and...

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I awoke fast and sat up. "Oh shit... Oh man..." I was breathing heavily. I had some sort of a dream about being torn apart by wolves in a tundra. I can't remember most of it. It was ice cold in the room. I walked to the window and noticed I had left it open. The temperature dropped ridiculously low like it did every night in New Mexico. "Fuck this stupid place. I really need to get home." I sat down on the edge of the bed and began thinking. I checked the time; 1:49 A.M. If I leave now I can make it home by 2 in the afternoon tomorrow. I put on jeans and my shoes and threw on my favorite black fatigue jacket over my grey shirt. I need a better sense of style. I packed up my stuff and shut off the lamp. The instant I turned around I hear a commotion in the lobby downstairs. There was the sound of men yelling and heavy footfalls. I stood completely still in the pitch darkness of the freezing cold room. I heard something porcelain or glass shatter down the hall with loud foot steps coming in my direction. I slowly approached the door. It was suddenly silent. I was about to reach for the doorknob when it turned and the door flung wide open.