I suppose on any other night I would have been terrified. My mom always watched CSI when I was growing up; I knew how these things went down. But instead, I just laid my head back down. "If you're going to kill me" I groaned "just do it quickly."
I glanced back and the man smirked. His white skin seemed almost grey in the darkness, a sharp contrast to his black suit. "That seems a bit premature, don't you think? Of course, I suppose that is a valid thing to assume and not entirely out of the question, but let's table that for now, shall we?"
I laughed. My first night trying to escape from my problems and I was about to be killed by a serial killer in my hotel room. "And here I thought my life couldn't get any worse. I guess I've just manged to piss of the universe, huh?" I wiped the last few tears from my face and slowly sat up. "What do you want?"
"Tell me, what troubles you? What causes one so young so much pain?"
I laughed again. "You wouldn't understand. No one understands". I turned away again.
"Well, considering that my curiosity is the only reason you're still breathing, indulge me."
I paused for a moment. It seemed surreal. The gender issues, the serial killer, everything. Maybe it was all one long nightmare, or maybe I was hallucinating. But whatever happened, I didn't want to die without anyone knowing that I truly existed. So, despite the pain, the fear, and the general lack of verisimilitude, I indulged him.
"I've never, uh, felt comfortable in my body, I guess. For awhile, I thought it was just puberty, y'know, being a teenager. But it was more than that. I don't feel like myself. Like what everyone else sees is some horribly distorted version of me. I don't even see myself in the mirror. It's all wrong." I started, but my eyes began to fill with tears again. "I wish I would have just been born a girl. But instead I'm stuck like... this. And now matter how hard I work I can't make up for that. And even though it hurts so much, no one knows. Not even my girlfriend. I just... I don't know how to deal with it anymore. I don't know what to do." Tears splashed onto the mattress as the waves of pain crashed over me once more. "And I don't even care if you kill me or not but I can't live like this anymore and if I die no, no one will know that I even existed. They'll just remember Ethan."
The stranger turned his gaze to the window, as if to take in a view of the city despite the curtains being closed. Silence began to fill the room before he turned back to me, his eyes full of pain. "I understand. To live trapped in your own body."
I glanced back and the man smirked. His white skin seemed almost grey in the darkness, a sharp contrast to his black suit. "That seems a bit premature, don't you think? Of course, I suppose that is a valid thing to assume and not entirely out of the question, but let's table that for now, shall we?"
I laughed. My first night trying to escape from my problems and I was about to be killed by a serial killer in my hotel room. "And here I thought my life couldn't get any worse. I guess I've just manged to piss of the universe, huh?" I wiped the last few tears from my face and slowly sat up. "What do you want?"
"Tell me, what troubles you? What causes one so young so much pain?"
I laughed again. "You wouldn't understand. No one understands". I turned away again.
"Well, considering that my curiosity is the only reason you're still breathing, indulge me."
I paused for a moment. It seemed surreal. The gender issues, the serial killer, everything. Maybe it was all one long nightmare, or maybe I was hallucinating. But whatever happened, I didn't want to die without anyone knowing that I truly existed. So, despite the pain, the fear, and the general lack of verisimilitude, I indulged him.
"I've never, uh, felt comfortable in my body, I guess. For awhile, I thought it was just puberty, y'know, being a teenager. But it was more than that. I don't feel like myself. Like what everyone else sees is some horribly distorted version of me. I don't even see myself in the mirror. It's all wrong." I started, but my eyes began to fill with tears again. "I wish I would have just been born a girl. But instead I'm stuck like... this. And now matter how hard I work I can't make up for that. And even though it hurts so much, no one knows. Not even my girlfriend. I just... I don't know how to deal with it anymore. I don't know what to do." Tears splashed onto the mattress as the waves of pain crashed over me once more. "And I don't even care if you kill me or not but I can't live like this anymore and if I die no, no one will know that I even existed. They'll just remember Ethan."
The stranger turned his gaze to the window, as if to take in a view of the city despite the curtains being closed. Silence began to fill the room before he turned back to me, his eyes full of pain. "I understand. To live trapped in your own body."
