Chapter 29
Chapter 29
“Megan, don’t trust him.”
The letters were big and bright red.
Who was Megan?
Her entire body froze and Cleo did not attempt to hold the paper. All she did was to look down at it.
Her beating heart that she had worked hard to control was now back to beating against her chest very violently.
Her vision blurred as the paper seemed to get closer and closer to her.
Cleo could still hear Elliot’s voice ringing in her head.
I’ll always know where to find you.”
This was more than enough to make her body shudder visibly.
Her hands came around her body to hug herself as her brown curls were scattered all around her messily.
Finally being able to gather the courage that she could, she reached down to lift up the paper from in between her legs.
Megan, don’t trust him.”
Megan…
That name again.
The name that had caused her so much heartache yet a name that she could not remember.
The one Linda had called her by accident.
The question that Cleo needed an answer to was that if she wasn’t Cleo then who was she?
She turned the paper over and on it was another note.
“Room 324 is dangerous.”
This made her heart rate quicken even more.
She was in Room 324.
What was it about the room that was so dangerous?
She held the paper so tightly that the part wrinkled in her palm.
The sweat on her palm making the paper to be messed up and creased.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Knocks on the door sounded again and thus was more then enough to bring her back to reality and out of her thoughts.
“Cleo It’s me. Just wanted to check in on you.”
Elliot said from outside the door and the reaction came to her in an instant.
Cleo immediately started to feel the beads of sweat gather on the small of her back and her blood ran cold in horrror.
He hadn’t left.
He was always there, perhaps listening and waiting.
Cleo curled into the bed and cracked under the covers hoping that perhaps all of that was just a nightmare.
Whenever she saw Elliot, she saw the man in white and it made her entire body shiver.
Pretend
She amde sure to remain quiet and look sad.
It’s possible that she was still being watched and she still needed to sell the part that she was a broken sad wife.
She quickly put the paper under her shirt and started to heave so it looked and sounded like she had been sobbing.
“You can’t keep doing this Cleo, Anyways, Cleo…..how far have you gotten with the new book you’re writing?”
He asked and from the tone of his voice, it was clear that he was not interested in what she was feeling at all.
It was clear that he had his own selfish concerns and this made Cleo intrigued.
“I won’t be writing a book for now.”
She responded back making sure her voice was cracked and full of sadness.
I mean if made sense. She is too heartbroken after finding out her husband had been cheating on her with her best friend and she did not have the right mind space to start writing another award winning novel.
At first there was silence at the other side of the door.
The silence was so loud that all Cleo could head was her own ragged and uneven heartbeat.
“That’s a shame. Your stories are the only thing keeping you alive Cleo.”
He said with a low icy cold voice.
His voice was more than enough to pierce through her body.
Her blood ran cold through her veins and she felt her stomach drop down to her stomach.
Her lungs became stiff and breathing became more and more difficult.
What could he mean?
Cleo chose to keep quiet and to not respond.
But what she could see say?
“Megan.”
Elliot said in a dangerous tone.
Megan…..
Megan again………
Who was Megan….
Her body went rigid, as if her bones themselves had frozen solid.
The silence stretched again. The knob stilled.
Then, as suddenly as it started, the sound of his footsteps receded down the hall.
Or at least, she prayed they had.
Cleo remained under the sheets her heart hammering hard against her chest.
If she did not know any better, she would have believed that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Beads of sweat gathered on the sides of her face making more strands of hair to stick against her face.
When she was sure that Elliot had left, she ran towards the window to see the same black wall that she remembered she saw earlier.
The outside was now hidden to her and Cleo had a feeling that it would remain like this permanently from now on.
Fear clawed at her ribs and it took every strength that she could possible muster to keep her self under control.
The light flickered in the room and against the glass window, Cleo noticed something strange.
Cleo had brown curls and brown eyes but the reflection she was looking at had one black hair and green eyes.
Huh?
Who was this woman?
Not wasting any time, Cleo rushed over to the mirror that she had covered at the corner of the room and turned it around.
Her entire face was full of shock and she kept staring at a stranger.
Her reflection was not that of Cleo Ainsley.
It was a complete stranger.
Cleo touched her face and the reflection did the same.
She touched her hair and the reflection did the same thing as well.
The reflection in the mirror copied her every move to show Cleo that she was indeed looking at her own reflection.
However, was it truly possible to not recognize your own face?
It made no sense.
The room felt smaller as Cleo felt like the reflection had somehow come out of the mirror, standing right in front of her.