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"Do you even know who you are. . . ?
A borrowed dream or a super star. . .?"
A borrowed dream or a super star. . .?"
The lady stood silently in the hallway of the room for numerous seconds before the sounds of footsteps faded into the background. It was then the tall, well-groomed woman slipped inside the room, checking the hallway a final time before closing the door as quietly as the wooden slab permitted. She swallowed softly before spinning around to inspect the room.
It wasn’t the best accommodation, Stephania had been correct. There was a single wooden-framed bed with cream-blue sheets situated in the far right corner of the room, sitting parallel to a small, dusty window. The cream-blue colour of the bed linen matched that of the paint that coated the walls. The paint that covered the walls was not the most attractive, putting colour aside, it was cracked and peeling in more than one place. The ceiling was in pretty good condition, some places there was a sign of some water mould or cracked paint, but nothing too bad. The carpet appeared to be the newest feature of the room; it was still fairly white and looked somewhat clean.
Ellie let a gentle sigh escape her lips as she shrugged, wandering into the middle of the room. “Home, sweet home,” She murmured sarcastically, letting her bag slip of her shoulder and fall messily to the ground. It would do for the time being, she would spend most of her time moving around the city and surrounding areas anyway; this was merely a place to sleep and to plan. Plan the murders she wished to commit.
It wasn’t the best accommodation, Stephania had been correct. There was a single wooden-framed bed with cream-blue sheets situated in the far right corner of the room, sitting parallel to a small, dusty window. The cream-blue colour of the bed linen matched that of the paint that coated the walls. The paint that covered the walls was not the most attractive, putting colour aside, it was cracked and peeling in more than one place. The ceiling was in pretty good condition, some places there was a sign of some water mould or cracked paint, but nothing too bad. The carpet appeared to be the newest feature of the room; it was still fairly white and looked somewhat clean.
Ellie let a gentle sigh escape her lips as she shrugged, wandering into the middle of the room. “Home, sweet home,” She murmured sarcastically, letting her bag slip of her shoulder and fall messily to the ground. It would do for the time being, she would spend most of her time moving around the city and surrounding areas anyway; this was merely a place to sleep and to plan. Plan the murders she wished to commit.
"Is life good to you, Is it bad. . . ?
Do you even know what you have. . . ?"
Do you even know what you have. . . ?"







