Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

1519 Words Aug 6th, 2016 7 Pages
I glanced down at my phone to make sure the crappy motel I was standing in was the right crappy motel. The screen was too bright; the hallway too dull. Everything about this was a terrible idea, but life is full of terrible ideas. The building, at present, was a skeleton of what it once was. Each room was an identical little box, stacked on top of each other. It was the kind of forgotten place you went to when it was time to pack away all of your hopes and move on. It was the middle ground, the limbo between a normal functioning life and I still don’t know what to write . I stood in a hallway that had nothing in it besides four identical doors and a single foggy window outlined by a rusting metal frame. The sickly peach pink paint slathered across the walls was about as 'eighties ' as the moustaches all the boys at the office wore. I laughed. They were definitely an easier time, there were no restrictions, everything could kill you. From the crap that built where you lived to the stuff you smoked. Hell, even the government was trying to kill you in one way or another: either through brute force or through the medicine they were trying to force onto you. It would do one of two things; the first -the better option- would kill you faster. Now in any other situation, I would choose the option that didn’t lead to my death, but I 'll let you in on a little secret: there isn 't a cure. No matter what it is, there is never a cure. The second option: the medication would keep you…

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