Something was leaking slowly, drop after drop after drop. Daisy thought it was just the raindrops hitting the cement below her. No. With her eyes wide open, she took a look at her unfamiliar surroundings. ''What the hell?'' She silently whispered to herself, seeing that her body was laying in a bath filled with white foam. Sunshine was leaking through the windows above her, making that whole scenery more pleasant and lively. Just then her thoughts made their way back to her. This was not real. This was the framework.
Living there for too long will kill you, but dying in there will definitely kill you.
Jemma's words rang in her head a few times until she concluded it was time to get up. Slowly and steadily, Daisy lifted herself out of the white, modern bathtub. Her long hair hit her bare back softly, and in surprise, she pulled her hand back and grasped the hair gently and brought it back forward.
''What in the world...'' Another whispered escaped from her as her eyes were digging into the beautiful hair that she remembered cutting a long time ago. Daisy looked around the room filled with daylight slowly, her gaze landed on the warm, soft towel that neatly folded on one of the wooden cabinets. She quickly wrapped herself in it, her weird thoughts never leaving. As soon as the towel was around her, covering the middle part of her body, Daisy burst out of the bathroom.
''Jemma?'' She questioningly said in a faint voice, hoping to hear the voice of her best friend from somewhere. No answer. Daisy stopped, taking in the sight in front of her. There was a messy bed covered in white, fresh sheets, but empty.
Her heart almost leaped out of her tight chest as soon as her gaze wandered onto a framed photo that rested on a wooden table. It was her. With Ward. Without any movement, Daisy continued to stare at the picture with her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide, out of shock and confusion.
No...Not him.
She thought to herself before she managed to break out of her current state of paralysis.
The sound of keys being shoved inside the lock came from the other side of the spacious room, as soon as the clicking sound came to indicate that the door unlocked, Daisy backed up. A familiar figure stepped inside the room, black hair, muscly well-shaped arms and chest, a strong jawline. It was him.
''Hey, Skye.'' Ward said, holding the bag of groceries in between his strong arms.
I've decided to make this short as it is the first chapter. I'd guys appreciate it so much if you would take your time to review because I don't know how many people want this story to be continued. If I get enough people who want to read this, then I'll continue writing this, and of course, in longer chapters :)