This was not the kind of hotel where you found tiny chocolates on your pillow. No, this was more the kind of hotel where you found a giant cockroach under your pillow. It was a moldy, bug infested, dirty and dusty mess. The door made a shrieking sound that pierced your soul as you opened and closed them. The windows were bolted down, and there was no way to open them. The place looked and smelled like something that was ripped right our from a horror movie, and it was perfect. Nobody would be looking for him here, and even tho it was creepy beyond words Albert felt safe there.

[color=00aeef]"Not my fault, it wasn't my fault,"[/color] Albert repeated to himself as he buried his head in his hands and lap. His fingers started intertwining with his hair, and he pulled roughly. It hurt like hell, but at least it gave him a moment of relief from what was going on in his head. The week since the car crash had been a waking nightmare. His friend had been smashed against the rocks to the point of where he could hardly be recognized, and here Albert was, sitting in a hotel room without as much as a scratch. It wasn't fair. It wasn't how things were supposed to go. [color=00aeef]"I didn't kill him,"[/color] He groaned, getting up from the bed and starting to pace around the room. His head was pounding, and his throat felt as if on fire. [color=00aeef]"I didn't kill him!"[/color] He yelled louder, punching so hard that he could hear the wall crack. 

Albert was slowly falling deeper and deeper into insanity, and the voices in his head just made things worse. Ever since he woke up after the accident the voices had been telling him to get revenge, they had been telling him to find the man that had caused the accident, to find the mn that had killed his friend. [color=00aeef]"We got to find him... I must find him"[/color]