The world around me seems a blur. I don't really remember much of the last few days. I don't even remember landing in Sweden, going to the hotel. My mind keeps replaying the same scene over and over. I can't concentrate. I can't focus on anything. I'm not sure I even understand what happened a few days ago.

"I made sure you didn't get send back home." It scoffs at me. I wince, taking my eyes off the window, I have been staring out off since I checked in.

"More like crying and moping."

"Not helping." I groan and send my gaze back outside.

I have no desire to tour the city. Honestly, I'm not even sure what city I'm in. I tried to pick a less populated one, seeing as I'm probably a wanted criminal. I hope my parents don't get word of this. it will send their search overseas. That is the last thing I need. Just when my nightmares couldn't get worse. I continue to sit in the hotel room. there is nothing I want to do.

I sit there, watching the sun set into the horizon. My eyes begin to droop, so I rest my head on my arms, that are folded in the small table. Soon before I can move to the bed, my eyes are closed and I'm asleep.

Still asleep, I wake up in darkness. Light flashes around me, giving me a view of a seemingly never-ending hallway. The light glares off liquid that trails along the floor. The liquid squelches under my feet, sticking to my soles as I walk. I keep my hand gliding along the wall, keeping my balance as best as I can. I have a sinking feeling I know where this leads. I have to cover my eyes as lights strobe around me, enough to almost blind me. it only seems to get worse the further I go.

Still I continue to move. The liquid seeps between my toes, it feels thick and warm. I take a moment to look down. The random flashes don't help me identify it. One particular flash glares redness against my feet. It is just enough for me to come to a conclusion. It's blood. A lot of it too. Do I really want to follow this trail anymore?

"Of course, you do."

It seems so far away. I don't want to listen, but I can't stop myself from moving. I lose the wall from under my fingertips. My jaw drops in shock, feeling for the wall again. Panting struggling to find it again. Then the lights stop flickering. It's dark and I'm alone.

I'm alone and its dark.

Then before my eyes, the lights are turned on. Every crevice of the room I'm standing in is lit. Now I'm frozen in fear. The severed heads with the empty eye sockets. The long hair from the females is soaked in blood. The male has distinct cuts on his cheeks. All three of their jaws hang open, still in shock about their demise. They never saw it coming.

"No, no please. We won't do anything." I hear a woman cry. The scene changes.

"No, you won't." I look behind me and I see myself standing in a doorway. The mint green blood covered dress. The blood-stained white heels. But my facial features are different. I almost don't recognize myself. I have blood splatter covering my face. My anger contorted face. I can see the rage laced in my amber eyes.

"Please." The same voice pleads.

"Don't kill us." Her cries echo around me.

"It's too late for that." That is not my voice that passes through my lips.

She walks towards me, staring me in the eyes. I can see the fire raging. She raises the knife; an evil grin comes to her dark red lips. She brings the blade under my chin, lifting it up.

"So beautiful." She uttered. Then I feel the knife gently slicing my neck.

I awake frantic. Panting, scrambling to gain my conscious back. I have goosebumps littering my arms, hair standing on the back of my neck. My heartrate doesn't seem to be slowing down. I grab my neck, feeling for the thing cut. I feel nothing, no laceration, no blood. I'm alive. I can't help but let out a relieved sigh. My hand slides down to cover my rapid beating heart. Slowly my body begins to slow down and relax. It was only a nightmare.

Part of me can't help but wonder how much of that dream was real. Did any of that really happen? I don't have an answer. The other part of me doesn't want to know anyway. It was scary enough as it is. I use the table to push myself up, off the chair. Maybe I'll get better sleep if I actually sleep in a bed. I crawl under the stiff comforter and curl in a ball. My knees hugging my chest. I wish I could be in my own bed. With my silk sheets and fluffy pillows. Alas, I'll have to just forget about my old bed. I'll never see it again.

Morning comes all too soon. I am brutally awakened when the sun shines into the window, shining brightly in my face. I cover my face, eyes squinting trying to adjust. I whip the blanket off my body and stumble to shut the curtain on the window. Bringing the room back to darkness.

"You need to leave." I groan in agony, gripping my skull.

"Why?" I cry out.

"Just leave. Why do you have to ask questions?" I fall to my knees, hitting the floor with a loud thump.

"Get up! You idiot!" I cry out, clenching my teeth together.

"Fine!" I try not to scream, so my words come out as a squeal.

I struggle to get up off my knees. One hand reaches for the bed to hold me up, the other still clutching my head. I fall to the floor again clutching the comforter, bringing it with me.

"Get the fuck up!" It screams against the walls of my skull.

I crawl quickly to the other side, dragging the blanket with me. I shove clothes and any other belongings into my bag. I push myself off the floor and jump up. Trying not to fall back down again. Before walking out the door, I throw my hoodie on, keeping the hood up and my hair tucked in.

My head is still spinning from its roars. I do my best to walk straight and relaxed. Do you know how hard that is when inside your panicking? Luckily, I have practice from growing up with my family. I just need to stay low. I ride the elevator down to the lobby. It is somewhat empty this morning. I'm not sure what day it is, nor do I care. I hold a strap from my backpack, holding tight as I make my way to the front desk.

A young woman with her red hair pulled back in a tight bun walks out from in back. Her freckles stand out against her pale skin.

"Good morning. How can I help you?" Her Swedish accent is very prominent within her English.

"I need to check out." I reply. I set the key to my room on the desk.

"Name?"

"Kaylee Rhodes." I watch her look for my name, flipping page after page. She puts a line through my name once she finds it and takes back the key.

"Aright. I hope you had a great stay. We hope to see you again." She gives me a warm smile and I send back only half of one.

I head out the door to the waiting taxi.

"City of Gävle, please." I tell the driver as I slide into theseat. I don't know why I shoes that city. I just need to get away from thisone. I buckle, and the taxi begins to move. We are about two blocks away whenthree speeding cop cars come revving past. Sirens wailing as they go. I turn inmy seat and watch them stop in front of the hotel. It's a good thing I left.