Snow and silence

Trying to check in to a hotel next to a night club. Snow storm outside. Inside. In my hand I have my passport, some cash and mothers old journal.

The clerk looks at me with despair, gives me a key and tells me she can arrange for some cloths to appear outside my door within the hour.

-Or anything else you might need, sweetheart

I frantically grab the fur coat, pull it close to my body to cover my bruised ribs and purple nipples. The cold hasn't treated me well. No, I dont have any bags I tell her. No, I dont

need your help.

Share elevator with a man in a dark suit and eyes like the devil. He looks at me with such horror, such fear. I step away from him, trying my best to keep the smell of gin to myself. Not let him know what my breath always gives away.

Outside the hotel room, I struggle with my key. A maid helps me open, guides me to the bed and remove my coat. She dresses my pale skin with some t-shirt that miraculously appeared and when she's about to leave I feel an uncontrollable urge to ask her what I fear I already know

I used to live here, didn't I?