TEARS,CUTS,BLOOD
They arrived at the hotel.Sherrie opened the door and got out of the car as fast as she could.Howie let out a small sigh and followed her out of the car.Sherrie was already inside next to Mark talking to him quietly.
"Say you're sorry atleast",hissed Kevin.
Nick shrugged him off and walked over to the elevator he pressed the green button and looked up and saw that the elevator was only on floor number 19.Nick decide to walk upstairs there floor was number six.
"Where the hell are you going ?",asked Brian.
"Walking upstairs",said Nick,not even turning around,he opened the staircase door and walked.
"Listen Sherrie,we are all sorry for what Nick said to you",apologized Aj.
"It's okay",lied Sherrie.
It wasn't okay,he'd hurt badly,her heart was shattered into tiny pieces.She didn't even know why he had,had such an impact with that four letter word.They all lined into the elevator.The doors opened with a DING and Sherrie was shown to her room,it was room number 48.
"Um Sherrie I want to say that Nick's room is across from yours so becareful not to get in his way",said Brian softly.
When they had met,which was only like three hours ago,he'd felt something for her,some strange feelings towards her.Maybe it was just kindness,or perhaps sadness by the way Nick had acted towards her..he didn't know ? But he did find her some what attractive with her long glossy red hair with subtle light blond highlights in it,and her mesmerizing green eyes.
"Okay,thanks Brian,I am tired so I will see you tomorrow morning",said Sherrie smiling at him.
Brian nodded sadly he wanted to talk to her alittle bit more but since she was tired as he himself was he let her go and he walked down the hall towards his room.Sherrie walked inside of her room and locked the door.She lugged her luggage over to the bed which was centered in the middle.She began taking out some clothes for the week so she wouldn't have to go back in search thru the massive amounts of clothes she had stuffed inside of her suitcase.
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"Why did you leave me,Erica !",shouted Nick.
His left hand trembled it held a razor blade in it,he didn't want to live anymore,he wanted to kill himself and forget about everything.Erica,was his deseased fiancee.Erica died of a brain tumour it killed in there bed after making love.Now here stood a lonely,sad,twenty year old man.He couldn't and didn't want to live anymore.
His hand kept on trembeling,and his body shook with his violent sobs.He couldn't,he couldn't do it,he'd done it before so why couldn't he do it this time,he threw the blade across the bathroom,and slammed his fist into the mirror.The mirror broke down into millions of shattered pieces.
Nick growled,"Thats how my life is,shattered into tiny pieces" He laughed,if you there in the room you would have thought what a crazy maniac.
Tears fell down his cheeks onto the ground which by now was a pool of blood because of his hand.After a few more minutes,he began feeling dizzy,light headed,he fell onto the stained marble floor and laid there in his clothes soaked in blood and his salty tears.