scorching hot sand where nothing can be seen.

I am from the black, 

sleek car lost in a bin.

I am a soft, pillowy bed that is used quite often, 

yet taken for granted.

I am the small, 

tranquil rose in a bed of loud, chaotic flowers of varying colors.

I am from the green, 

vibrante trees that tower over everything.

I am from the sunshine that penetrates a hole through the dark, mysterious clouds.

I am from carmel and contacts,

From ponyboy and sodapop.

I am from the strong scent of sharpie and crayola markers,

From chlorine and wood dust.

I am from the smell and color of the ocean, 

From the whitewash that rolls up on the seashore.

I bored a plane to travel across the world,

From villas in Italy, to beach houses in mexico. 

Family greets us left and right.

“You young ladies must be freezing out here, please let me invite you into my home.”

 The ladies both glanced at each other and both gave a worried look, but after a while of thinking, they both agreed to spend the night in the old man's house. They entered with caution as the door closed behind them. The house was illuminated by one small candle. The girls began to walk down a narrow corridor. The old man quickly stopped and whipped his head around and said, 

“Here, here is where you will stay.” The girls were grateful and thanked the old man and entered their room. The room was small and smelt like rotting wood. There were two small beds parallel to each other. Both girls set down their stuff and laid down on the bed, the bed rattled and squeaked as they laid on it. The room was hot and stuffy but they didn't want to bother the old man after he so kindly invited them to stay in his home. After getting settled in, both girls decided to call it a night, they pinched the flame of the candle out. Only two minutes later the girls were sweating and hyperventilating in their beds. They both agreed to go talk to the old man and try to find a solution to the heat problem. They lit a candle and exited the room, after about 1 minute of searching there was no sign of the old man,

“Well maybe he's asleep in his room,” said one of the girls,

“Yeah, probably.”

The girls decide to try to awaken the old man from his slumber, they cautiously proceed down to the old man's room. They finally arrived after what seemed like an eternity, one of the girls knocked on the door. After waiting for about two minutes there was no response, they tried again but still nothing. Both girls lost hope and walked back to their room. When they arrived they were greeted with a piece of pumpkin pie, it was still warm and had a pleasing aroma to it. The girls stood there trying to wrap their heads around the situation. One girl approached the pumpkin pie and took a bite. Blood, Blood, there had been small razor blades placed in the pie. The girl then let out a shriek of agony as blood dripped down her chest. The other girl quickly ran up and attended to her, the wounds were bad and the blood was spewing everywhere. They both quickly grabbed their stuff and bolted towards the door. They both reached the door and tugged on it, after a while of pulling the door open. They were both greeted with a bottomless void of black.

“Bu-But w-we.”

Before they could speak they were greeted with an almost evil presence watching them. They both wiped their heads around to see the old man grinning at them. The old man's smile was almost reaching his ears as the girls stood there in fear. Trapped, the girls thought, with nowhere to go or run they were trapped.