The world was something cruel, something so beautiful yet would try to test you when you least expect it. Wind blew against the windows shaking the damn things and even made the house shudder. Was there going to be a storm? Or was it going to be a total bummer like last time? What could this lowly thief truly say? Questions, so many yet the answers seemed so far. This was was truly cruel, not enough answers at all.
There was light within my room made by one lamp. It sat in the corner ontop of a couple of old textbooks the host had kept. Books of fairy tales that people made, happy endings, a bunch of rubbish in my opinion. Happy endings were a bunch of lies, happiness never lasted, hell they never lasted for me. Usually I got bored with the little giddy feeling I got and moved on. What else was in this room? Oh yes, there was a mattress right beside that pile of books, then there was a drawer right across from the mattress. And a closet. Yes that was all that was in my room, that was all I needed. Not much, but I won't compliain. It was better then way back then, long before all of these mortals were born.
I sneezed.
Was someone talking ill of me again? Really, they should all grow up or just come to my face and say it. Bunch of chicken shits. The sounds of footsteps in the hall alerted me of the host. He walked into the room slowly, looking at me with wide eyes. His hair was white as snow, much like mine but much more tidier. A band aid was on his cheek and a nasty bruise right below his right eye eye started to swell quite nicely. He wore what he usually wore in the house, blue jeans and a white long sleeved shirt. The white shirt had specks of dried blood on it. Most of the blood was around the cuffs on his wrists.
Why did he continue to wear the shirt? I told him to.
His doe brown eyes flickered to my face before down at the floor. His hands clenched and unclenched while his eyes moved to my face, to the floor then me again. It was a little cycle he did often whenever he was nervous. Nervous that I would hurt him again.
A grin came upon my lips and I chuckled causing the boy to jump in fright. "I'm not going to hurt you at the moment…so long as you don't piss me off" I said quietly, lifting myself up from the mattress with a groan. What the hell did I do yesterday? More questions….where were my answers?
I blinked, running a hand through my hair tugging at the tangles that were in the way. The host was quiet during all of this, clinging to the door frame, practically huddling against it; trying to appear smaller then he actually was. Pathetic.
"Get me some food…and do it quickly" I spat. He jumped once again and hurried away, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Entertainment. Lovely.
Now I just needed some answers and this will make my day.
