GENRE: YA (Urban Fantasy)
The hotel room was eerily clean. It was a change from the past few days; all the blood, dirt, heat and fear had pervaded my senses. Now the artificially cold room seemed foreign to me. I dropped my bags to the floor, throwing the car keys on the bedside table as I let down my hair from the tight ponytail it had been in all day. It was late and all I wanted to do was fall into bed.
Unfortunately, Kerrie had other ideas.
She flipped on the television, dropping onto the bed on the left while I retreated to the bathroom for a shower. I peeled off my clothes, a thick layer of sweat remaining from the long drive. I cursed Henry’s car for not having a functional air conditioner, though wearing a hoodie in the middle of June may have contributed to the heat. There was blood too, sticky and bright red from wounds that had just barely scabbed over.
The lukewarm water soothed my sore muscles, but it hurt to wash up; every time soap grazed a wound, I winced in pain. After rinsing, I turned off the hot water completely, enjoying the cold numbing sensation on my skin.
When I was done in the shower I combed through my stubborn hair, a black extra-large t-shirt hanging loosely to my knees. As I brushed my teeth, I couldn’t help but do what I’d been trying to avoid; I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.