A/N: First off, I want to thank you all for your reviews, favs, and follows! And thank you if you're still reading this story! I know it's been a while since my last update but I hope you stick with me! Second of all, I wanted to say that it has come to my attention that someone at wattpad stole my other story Violate Me and posted it as their own. It really breaks my heart and it almost made me want to quit writing. BUT, I love this story so I will finish it.

Btw, please excuse any typos! I was in a hurry to post so I didn't proofread. I'll fix it later, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy!

The warm water from the shower head cascaded down Violet's body, and she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth. Her body ached in all the good ways, but her mind was in turmoil.

When she woke up that morning, Tate was gone, and if it weren't for the slight soreness between her legs and around her throat, she would have thought she dreamt the whole thing. But if it wasn't a dream, then why the fuck did I imagine Tate was a guy in a black rubber suit, Violet thought to herself.

Violet put some shampoo in her hand, and as she started to lather up her hair, she felt a cool breeze flow into the shower which gave her the shivers. It's just the air conditioning, she reasoned, but she also felt the sensation of someone watching her.

Feeling unnerved but determined not to let it get to her, she started thinking about what she should do. According to the hotel receptionist, Moira had checked out of the hotel a few weeks ago. Thinking back, Violet figured Moira checked out around the same time she left that strange message on her mother's voicemail.

"I need to find Hugo," Violet said out loud. She didn't know if she could really find him in Los Angeles, a city with over 4 million people, but she had to try.

Finishing up her shower, Violet dried herself off and went into the room to change. A piece of paper on the floor next to the door caught her attention, so she went over to pick it up.

Violet, I need to do some things this morning, but I'll be back after lunch. Yours, Tate

She smiled after reading Tate's note. She really liked him, and she could really see herself being with him for more than just the week. Too bad she didn't think long distance relationships work. Case in point: Moira and Hugo.

Violet put Tate's note on the dresser and started getting ready for the day. When she was done, she decided to write in her dream journal the nightmare she had about her doppleganger having sex with Tate and slashing his throat. Thinking about it gave her the creeps. Especially since she had apparently sleepwalked over to Tate and inadvertently acted out what the doppleganger was doing with him. Luckily she didn't act out the part where she murdered Tate.

Picking up the journal, she flipped the pages to her last entry. She had the habit of reading what she last wrote before writing anything new. As she started to read, her body ran cold and she could feel the hard thumps of her heart. I didn't write this, Violet thought in alarm. However, there was no mistaking that what was written was written in her handwriting.

If you're reading this, it's already too late. I've tried for many years to overcome my feelings of hopelessness and despair, and now I know these feelings will never go away. Coming to L.A. has made me come to this realization. People have told me, 'You're young! It's just a phase! Things will get better', but they're all full of shit. There is no hope for someone like me. If you all only knew the things I've seen, the things I've done, you would understand why this is the best decision I've ever made in my life. I'm sorry.

Violet re-read the note and her hands started to shake. This looked like a suicide note in her handwriting. What the fuck!? She quickly flipped through the other pages in her journal and instead of the nightmares she had wrote down over the years as "therapy" there were variations of the suicide note written on the pages. Then one passage stood out because it wasn't like the others. It was a nursery rhyme.

One, two

I'm coming for you

Three, four

You'll be begging for more

Five, six

Messing with your brain for kicks

Seven, eight

Help will come too late

Nine, ten

You'll never leave again!

Like the others, this was also written in her handwriting. Violet closed her dream journal and threw it across the room. I need to get out of here! Violet thought as she ran around the room gathering her things and stuffing them in her luggage.

When she was done, she left the room quickly and went into the elevator. I'm just going to demand that they give me a refund for the rest of the week and stay somewhere else until my flight leaves, Violet thought to herself as she pushed the button for the lobby.

The doors to the elevator closed, but the carriage didn't move. She pushed the button again, and still no movement. She felt herself start to panic, so she pressed the button for the doors to open. Nothing happened except the overhead light flickered on and off for a second.

"Come on!" Violet exclaimed as panic set in and she started hyperventilating, repeatedly pressing the emergency button.

"She won't let you leave," a child's voice said behind her.

Violet gasped, turned around, and came face to face with a young girl. She recognized the girl immediately. It was Lisa Lim.

"This is a dream. I'm having a nightmare," Violet murmured to herself in shock.

Lisa giggled and said, "You're funny. I like you. You're not like the others."

"The others?"

Lisa nodded her head and her expression became sad.

"The others are mean and scary. I hide from them most of the time."

Violet dug her nails into her palms in an attempt to wake up. She couldn't be having this conversation with Lisa. Lisa was dead. She dug so hard that she broke the skin and blood started oozing from her fists.

Lisa looked at the blood and then looked back at Violet.

"You're not dreaming, so you don't have to hurt yourself."

"Oh my God, no, NO! This can't be happening," Violet yelled out as she felt herself start to panic again.

Lisa's eyes went wide and she held out her hands.

"Shhhh! She'll find us!" Lisa exclaimed in a panic.

Suddenly, a thump sounded on the roof of the elevator. Startled, Violet and Lisa looked up. Violet noticed a small black spot start to form in the corner of the ceiling. The spot was steadily getting bigger, and soon a black, oily substance started dripping into the elevator.

"I'm sorry," Lisa whispered and disappeared.

"No! Wait! Come back! Help!" Violet screamed as her fear started to escalate.

The substance was now pouring into the elevator at an alarming rate, and it sloshed around Violet's ankles.

Desperate to get out, Violet clawed at the elevator doors, trying to pry them open. She managed to budge the doors open an inch, when suddenly the carriage dropped down.

Violet slipped and fell into the substance, and she felt her heart jump into her throat as she screamed. I'm going to die, Violet thought. Contrary to what people believe happens at your time of death, she didn't think of her parents and her life didn't flash before her eyes. Instead she thought of Tate and of how she would never know what could have happened between them.

Then as suddenly as the elevator fell, it stopped. Violet's body slammed on the roof of the carriage before dropping back down. She was dazed and covered in the black, oily substance, but she picked herself up and again tried to pry the elevator doors open, screaming for help all the while.

This time the doors wouldn't budge. Violet started crying, slumped down on the floor, and put her head down in her arms. She didn't know where Tate was and she didn't understand why no one at the hotel was coming to her aid.

Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring

Violet looked up and noticed the elevator phone for the first time. She crawled over to it and picked it up.

"Help! I'm stuck in the elevator!" she exclaimed into the receiver.

"Violet, I wish you didn't come looking for me."

Violet gasped when she recognized Moira's voice.

"Moira?"

"I'm going to let you out now, but Violet, you'll never leave. She wants you," Moira said.

Exasperated, Violet asked, "Who is she?!"

"Remember, don't look at that hand, look at this one! And, here's a bit of advice, don't trust Tate," Moira said before hanging up.

"Moira!" Violet yelled, but all she heard was the dial tone, and then the elevator doors opened up.

Violet stood up and tentatively walked out. She was astonished when the black, oily substance she was covered in disappeared and she looked just as she did when she left her room.

The first thing she noticed was the lack of noise in the lobby, followed by the fact that there was no one around. The second thing she noticed was the lack of sunlight, and to her horror she saw that all the windows and doors to the hotel were gone. She was trapped.

She was exhausted. Violet had spent hours knocking on every single door of the hotel and got no response. She was truly alone. She wanted Tate. If I can't get out, he won't be able to get in, Violet thought in despair.

A few times she tried calling out for Moira and Lisa. But there was no sign of them. With no where else to go, Violet went back to her room. She noticed right away that the window in her room was gone as well and a solid wall took it's place.

Wearily, she laid down on the bed. She was so tired and scared, however a little part of her thought that maybe if she slept, everything would be back to normal when she awoke.

She didn't know how long she was asleep when she felt someone gently shake her.

"Violet, wake up."

Violet blinked her eyes open and she felt an overwhelming sense of relief when she saw Tate sitting on the edge of her bed.

She quickly got up and hugged him. He hugged her tightly in return and she breathed in his scent.

"I'm so happy you're here! I had the worst nightmare-" Violet started to say.

Tate pulled away from the hug but held her arms while he looked intently into her eyes, and Violet knew.

"Violet, you didn't have a nightmare," Tate said sadly.

Violet pulled completely away from him and any sense of relief she felt disappeared.

"What are you saying? That we're trapped? How did you get in the hotel? If you got in, there's a way out!" Violet said apprehensively.

Tate shook his head and said, "I never left. There's no way out. Not anymore."

A/N: Okay, time for shoutouts:

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And last, but not least, a HUGE THANK YOU to annamolly22 - I dedicate this chapter to you (you know why!)