Suicide Room 2 Novels & Stories

It was the kind of place where people stored childhood memories, momentos from failed marriages, and things they couldn't quite bring themselves to throw away. Unit 247 was near the back. It was hidden behind rows of identical metal doors in a section that most of the owners had probably forgotten about. When we opened it with Lorenzo's key, I understood why Lorenzo had killed himself. Or why someone had killed him and made it look like suicide.

Fiana suddenly pushed her without removing the blindfold around her eyes and said, "Sorry, I can not go with you. Please remove the blindfold now. His dead body is in the second room, you may see it with your eyes." Hearing this, her hands and feet became cold again. She removed the blindfold and looked forward. It looked like a basement. "Mrs. Fiana said it was second... Second room." Serena pushed open the door of the second room that appeared to be there. As she pushed the door she saw a body was lying flat on the floor.

On the second floor where four rooms, just big enough for a bed, a closet and a desk. And another bathroom with a roll-top bath. In the middle of everything was a space, big enough for two sofas, a table, and a small TV. A kind of living room for when the young people wanted to isolate themselves, as omem used to say. Maddie opened the door to the left room, which had light green wallpaper and matching pillows, and a bedspread. That’s why it was calles the green room. ‘Here's your room,’ she said to Silke.

The room was a six-by-six with soft ashen vinyl walls and low, level ceilings. A hospital bed fitted with leather restraints took up most of the floor space. High up on one wall was a solitary window. It had the translucent look of old Plexiglas and steel posts kept it barred. Detective Kyle was talking to a nurse who was already leaving them. She gave Lemuel a glance and walked away with a sullen face. The detective walked up to Lemuel. “This is Suzy’s room. She had a crazy moment an hour ago, kicking and screaming but has been stabilized. You’ll see her right about now.’’

Sandra had now finally gone too far. *Wakabayashi my name ...I would like to file a complaint ...no in the hospital, could you come over please? ...I just woke up, wait a minute *which room is that?* she asked the nurse, who was still looking at her confused *227* it came back short and sweet …227 is the room number …Thank you very much Keyla hung up and in tears dialed Genzo's number *Treasure? ...can you please come, I'm in the hospital

Upon reaching room two hundred and thirteen, he looks at me so cold and expressionless; Maybe he's not nervous, because he does it with a lot of girls, but I'm honestly pissing myself. The room was more than I thought; a large room with a bar and a completely glass wall, and then move on to a huge room, with a double bed with red sheets. The bathroom was completely transparent, in the middle a beautiful gray tub. This was all so cool, but this made me feel weaponless. So we both went to the living room, he uncorked a wine to pour it into two glasses.

"But don't you ever bring them into our room again." I jabbed a finger toward the door, my patience hanging by a thread. "Now tell your little fuckmate to get the hell out before I completely lose my temper," I shouted. As though hell itself had been unleashed, they scrambled out of the room one after another, leaving only Raihan and me behind in the suffocating silence.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

"We are! V mechtite mi. No, razbira se, ne sme." "Shut your mouth!" I covered Thurstin's mouth and turned to the receptionist. "I don't care if you give me a pig pen! I just need a place to dispose of that man's corpse?!" I snorted. The receptionist hurriedly handed over the key. "Room 202, ma'am." 202. That means the 2nd Room room on the second floor. Great. I took Thurstin who was held by the guard and I was the one who supported the man to the nearby elevator.

Immediately, the shelf opened up, revealing an elevator, we got into the elevator and it took us down. The elevator door opened up at the underground facility, where there were different ward rooms. The rooms housed children and teenagers whose blood was drained constantly. I looked through the small window at a door that read " Room 203" and saw a little girl staring at the wall, with a syringe in her wrist, draining blood. She turned to look at me and my heart almost jumped out of my mouth. For a split second, she looked exactly like the little girl I had killed, like Malia, with her pitiful eyes and small face. I had refused to reconcile the fact that the little girl I had killed was Mali