The Rewrite
Chapter 6
The lobby looked different in the dark.
The lamp on the desk still gave off a little bit of light, but it created more shadows than anything else. The corners of the room were pitch black. The woman with gray hair was gone, but I could still smell her perfume. it was a sharp, floral smell that made my nose sting.
I had not planned to go back inside. My car was still in the parking lot. The highway was right there, and I could have escaped. But something stopped me at the edge of the gravel road. Maybe it was the photo under my windshield wiper. Maybe it was because the date on the back said "tomorrow."
I didn't want to run anymore. I wanted to know who was doing this to me.
The carpet made my footsteps quiet as I walked past the front desk. The hallway felt very long. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls in long strips. My skin felt strange, like I was being watched. Every part of me wanted to run away, but I kept moving deeper into the hotel.
Room 17 was waiting for me at the end of the hall like a bad memory.
The door was closed. There was no sign that I had run away just a few minutes ago. It looked like no one had touched it. I felt the heavy key in my pocket. When I put it into the lock, it turned very easily. It felt like the door wanted me to come back inside.
The air in the room was old and still. The picture I had pulled down was still on the bed. The glass was cracked. The Polaroid photo was still on the small table where I had left it.
But something had changed. The lamp was on. I knew I had turned it off before I left.
I stood in the doorway and froze. "Who is there?" I asked.
My voice was too loud in the quiet room. Then, I heard a floorboard creak. The sound came from the bathroom.
My heart moved up into my throat. The bathroom door was slightly open. It was dark inside, and I could only see shadows. My hand searched the wall until I found the light switch. I flipped it on.
The room was empty. I saw white tiles, a mirror, and a faucet that was dripping water. There was no one there.
But then I looked at the mirror. It did not show me standing in the doorway. Instead, the mirror showed me standing inside the bathroom at the sink.
I couldn't breathe. I stepped backward, staring at the glass. The "other me" in the mirror looked back at me. She looked sharper and clearer. She was smiling a little bit, as if she had been waiting for me to find her.
I closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them again, the reflection was normal. It was just me, looking pale and shaking with fear.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of anger. "Enough!" I shouted. My voice sounded rough. "If you want me, come out! Stop hiding in the walls and the pictures. Show yourself!"
The room was very silent. For a second, I thought nothing would happen. Then, the lamp flickered. The door behind me clicked shut and locked.
A voice whispered right into my ear. There was no one standing next to me, but the voice was very close. "You came back," it said.
The voice sounded exactly like mine.
I spun around, my heart racing. The room looked empty, but I felt a heavy pressure in the air. It felt like the air itself had teeth. The lamp flashed brightly and then went dark. I was in total darkness.
I ran for the door, but when I touched the knob, it was burning hot. It burned my hand. I screamed and pulled my hand away.
In the bathroom, the mirror started to rattle.
Slowly, a hand pressed against the glass from the *inside* of the mirror. It was a pale hand. It was my hand. The person inside the mirror leaned forward until her forehead touched the glass. Her smile was too wide. It stretched my face into something scary and wrong.
"You can't run," she said.
I struggled to breathe. "What do you want?" I asked.
She put her whole palm against the glass. "To trade places," she replied.
The mirror shook. Small cracks started to spread across the glass like tiny veins. A low humming sound came from the walls. It was a deep, scary sound, like something very old was moving.
I stepped back and felt something crunch under my shoe. It was the broken picture frame on the bed. I looked at it. The photo was bent, but I could see myself and my ex-boyfriend. It was a life I didn't remember, but the photo said it was real.
The girl in the mirror pressed harder. The cracks got bigger.
I felt a sudden burst of energy and fear. I grabbed the heavy frame from the bed and threw it as hard as I could at the mirror.
The glass exploded. The reflection broke into a thousand jagged pieces.
Suddenly, the room was heavy and silent again. I stood there shaking, surrounded by broken glass. I was breathing very hard.
But the fear did not go away. From the bathroom, I heard a wet, bubbling sound. It was the sound of breathing. It wasn't my breathing. Something was still in there.
I didn't wait to see what it was. I grabbed the door handle. This time, it wasn't hot. I pulled the door open and ran down the hall. The glass cut into my shoes, but I didn't stop. I ran as fast as I could.
I reached the lobby. The desk was empty. I could see the night sky through the glass doors. I almost made it to the exit.
But she was there.
She wasn't behind the desk or in the hall. She was standing right in front of the glass doors, blocking my way.
It was me.
Her smile was even wider now. "Leaving already?" she asked.
I stopped. My heart felt like a drum. The "other me" tilted her head to the side. "You wanted me," she said. "Here I am."
The words were mine. The voice was mine. But the person was a stranger.
I backed up slowly. "Stay away from me," I whispered.
Her eyes shined in the dark. "You will only make it harder," she said.
She took a step toward me. The doors behind her stayed closed, even though she didn't touch them.
I didn't try the doors again. I ran to the side, hiding behind a large pillar. Then I ran into a hallway for the hotel staff. I hit a "No Entry" sign with my shoulder. I was in the back of the building now. It was full of narrow halls, pipes, and the smell of bleach.
I heard footsteps behind me. They were light and perfectly timed with my own.
I turned corners without looking. I prayed for a way out. Instead, I hit a dead end. I was trapped at a locked door.
The footsteps stopped behind me.
I felt like I was going to collapse. I turned around.
She was right there. She was inches from my face. I could feel her warm breath on my cheek.
Then, she whispered into my ear. Her voice was like a sharp knife.
"You don't understand," she said. "You are the copy.”
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