sorry it has took so long to update but there has been some issues in my life that had to be sorted out. Hope you understand and thank you for being so patient.:)
Good news, Big Ugly hadn't returned, Bad News I was still stuck here in this stinky room with nothing to do. I had tried to save as much of the charge that I had left in my phone but in the end, desperate times called for desperate measures. I had took one video, 13 pictures and played my boring games at least 3 times each. This was getting insane. I well wanted out. 'I wonder whether the guys have found anyone yet"...
Getting up off the floor, I walked to the door and listened carefully for any sound. The only sound though was that of my stomach rumbling. Looking down and putting my hands over my belly, I grimaced. Not only from the pain, but the sight of my nails. Ruined!
"Hellooooo!" I shouted. Even if I didn't like the big guy. I was hungry and that was that. End of story.
"I'm hungry and I need food." Loud footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway.
"Result!" I said moving as he unlocked the door. I wasn't cheerful for long though as the handle of the door was slammed into my stomach and I was knocked to the floor gasping. A few slices of seriously nasty looking bread was thrown in next to me before the door was shut again. Getting up of the floor holding my stomach and picking up the poor excuse for bread, you can imagine I was seriously not happy.
"Ya know buddy, I gotta tell ya, this service is shite! I didn't expect 5 star service - not that I was even expecting 1 star but this is not right! I mean, you seriously need to lighten up, go out to Wall Mart get a few supplies -and soap, maybe a few manners, and oh yeah, DO SOMETHING ABOUT THESE BLOODY INSECTS!!!"
Realising my complaints were going on deaf ears, I sat down on 'the bed' and ate parts of the bread that didn't look like they had been a cockroach's toilet, which was very little.
'If I end up with some extra type of disease with some seriously fucked up name to it, I am suing his ass!' I thought to myself. I smiled realising my problem. Swearing. Ever since I was 10 I had been swearing. Every time I did either mum or dad washed my mouth out with soap. But I still did it. The smile though disappeared when I remembered mum. She died 2 years ago after she was hit by a drunk driver and my dad took an overdose shortly after, leaving me on my own. Though I was always welcome at Jenny's, and her parents soon became mine.
I threw the remaining pieces of bread over into the corner and sat and sulked. My brow unfolded though as I had a thought. "Did he lock that door?" I mumbled to myself as I looked towards it. After thinking it over I realised that he hadn't and I got up and walked towards it. My hand enclosed around it before twisting it and pulling it open. It was dark and dusky, and it looked like something out of a seriously good horror movie. Funny how when you see something on tv you think 'bloody hell that looks so fake!', but it's funny when you're actually there and truth be told pooing a brick.
Checking out both ways and listening for any sign of you know who, I walked down the left corridor.
