(Unknown POV)
"Urgh..." my voice was hoarse and irritated as I reached my arm across my bed and slammed my hand on the alarm clock, shutting it up. I sighed in relief and got up out of bed, walking to my bathroom in my cami white tank top and pink laced underwear. I turned on the sink in my bathroom and began to wash my face with the usual Sakura blossom face wash I used.
Before I begin my story, let me explain who I am. My name is Samantha Yue Boleyn. I am a sixteen year old girl who was born in Denver, Colorado and living in the 21st century. I live in a very large house, which felt empty to me from time to time. My mother had married a very successfull businessman named Thomas. I know that, before my mother married him, she was living a very hard life.
My grandparents were Chinese immigrants who fled their homeland in search of a better life with my mother, Ying Yue, who was at the time my age. As soon as she turned eighteen, she began to work in order to support her parents. Because my grandfather was sickly, she had to work two or three jobs in order to pay for his medicine as well as food and clothing. From the stories I was told, they were poor, yet merry together. When my mother met my father, she was twenty and my grandfather had passed away. He took her as one of his secretaries, and paid her well. The two eventually began having a romantic relationship, and two years after, they were married. I was born just two years later, and my father was the happiest man alive from what he has told his friends and coworkers.
I inherited my mother's Chinese beauty and always ended with a few love letters that were left in my locker at school, but I always threw them away. I wasn't interested in love at the time. And I had other things on my mind. Recently, my mother was confined to a hospital for a terminal illness that had made her very weak. Of course the doctors were worried that it was hereditary so they had my blood tested. Thankfully that wasn't the case, but every two or three days I would go visit my mother.
It didn't help that my dad was constantly out of state on business, and for most of my adolescence, he wasn't around. Of course he'd send letters and would talk to me via Skype, but I do sometimes miss the days where I was in grade school and he'd always take me and my mom on family vacations. I daresay he was much more of a loving father in my time as a child than as a teenager, which led to some psychological problems for me.
I never told my mother about it, but my father sent me to the city's best therapist, who diagnosed me with severe depression. And lately, its gotten a little worse. But can you blame me? I'm almost always alone in such a big house, and any friendships I do have never seem to last. Little did I know, that something very strange and miraculous was about to happen.
(Samantha's POV)
It was now 8 am and the beginning of winter break for my school, and quite honestly, I had mixed feelings about it. It meant Christmas was just two weeks away, and other than my grandmother, who lives in a guest house just behind our house, my family is never home. Sure I was more than happy to spend time with my grandmother, but the winter holidays were meant to have ALL of your family members together, right?
Anyway, as I washed my face, I looked into the mirror, remembering a very bizarre dream. A white face in a bright white void spoke to me. He or she reminded me of something I saw in one of my favorite animes, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. He or she told me that very soon I would no longer be alone, and that maybe I would be the one to bring a certain someone's humanity to the surface. It did confuse me, but I shrugged it off, thinking it was either just a weird dream, or some kind of result of my depression getting worse.
I took off my night clothes and took a shower, washing my long dark brown wavy hair and porcelain skin. After ten minutes, I put on a matching set of pink underwear with black polka dots, a dark fuschia turtleneck sweater, black leggings, black skinny jeans and my black winter boots. Last night there was a lot of snow falling, so it would be really cold out.
I walked downstairs and went to the front door, grabbing my black winter coat, black gloves and pink scarf before heading out of the door. I was going to take a morning walk, which my therapist had recommended that I start doing. I will admit, she was right and it was helping me feel better. Today the air was very crisp, but refreshing.
As I made my way outside, I heard what sounded like someone shivering. I searched for the source of the sound, and went just outside of my yard and towards a few bushes. There I saw something I never thought possible. Laying on the ground was what looked to be a young man around my age barely dressed and his skin deathly pale. There was even tiny icicles forming on his dark green strands of hair.
"H-Hey! Are you alright?" I asked nervously, kneeling down and placing my hand on his shoulder. He was shivering so violently and only made what sounded like a hoarse whimper. Thinking quickly, I took off my coat and wrapped it around the young mans body, then lifted his arm over my shoulders, carrying him inside the house. From the looks of it, this poor guy was outside all night long.
I made my way to my room, which thankfully had an electric fireplace, and carefully set the young man on my queen sized bed. I took my coat off of him, then quickly and gently pulled the covers over him. His shivering slowed a little, but I could tell he was still freezing. Perhaps he wasnt used to such cold temperatures, so I went to the fireplace. I grabbed a small black remote on top of it and turned up the heat of the fireplace by a couple of degrees. It was then I heard the young man speak, and while he was super weak and sick from the cold, he was still sort of unfriendly.
"Who are you, human? A-And where am I?" The young man hissed. I turned around and walked over to him. "Looks like you've woken up. I found you outside my house freezing to death." I explained to him, then pressed my hand on his forehead. As I thought, he had a pretty high fever. He smacked my hand away and hissed again. "Don't touch me you filthy human scum."
It was then I remembered my dream, and I recognized the voice from this young man. But, it was impossible. This was supposed to be a fictional character of an anime. And yet, here he is, right infront of me, real and pretty mad.
"Look, you have a high fever. And you were really pale when I brought you into my house." I said to him, then sighed. "As for who I am, my name is Samantha." I added, then walked to the door. "Please, get some rest, I will bring you some medicine and food."
"I can't get sick! I am Envy, a Homunculus!" Envy said defiantly and tried to get up, but he collapsed back into my bed. "Ngh...My body feels so sore. W-Why?" He groaned, and I went back to him and tucked him back into my bed. "I told you, you're sick and running a fever. Now please, stay in bed. I'll also bring some extra blankets." I said firmly before walking out of my room and into the kitchen. Thankfully my mother and grandmother taught me a lot about cooking so I was pretty much able to take care of myself physically.
I began to make my grandmother's homemade oatmeal with honey in it, and started boiling a pot of water for some chamomile tea. As the food cooked, I went and got some Nyquil Severe for Envy. Within thirty or forty minutes, the food was ready. I put some of the oatmeal into a white and black porcelain bowl, drizzled a little bit of honey in it and put a silver spoon in it. And after pouring the hot chamomile tea into a matching teacup. I put the bowl and teacup on a tray next to a tiny cup and the bottle of Nyquil, and walked back to my room, where I saw Envy slightly sitting up, but he oddly had listened to me and stayed in bed.
"Here. I made some warm food and tea to help warm you up, and brought some medicine to bring the fever down and help you rest easier." I said as he sat up a little more and I set the tray in his lap. "I'll get some extra pillows and blankets real quick." I added as I quickly walked to a closet in the hallway outside my room, grabbing four extra pillows and two blankets. I carried them back into my room, set the blankets near Envy, and helped prop him up and put two of the extra pillows behind him. He merely grunted a little, and I grabbed the chair from my computer desk and sat right beside him. I'll admit I was nervous around him, since I know what he was capable of in the anime he appeared in. But I swallowed my fear and took the tiny cup and the Nyquil. I poured just the right amount of medicine into the cup and handed it to Envy.
"This will bring the fever down and help you rest properly. It tastes unpleasant, but it'll help. Just down it quickly so the taste wont be coated on your tongue." I said to him. He was hesitant, so I had to coax him into downing the awful tasting medicine. He made a face of disgust and I nodded a little. "There, you don't have to take it again for another 8 hours." I reassured him, then explained what I made for him to eat. As he began to eat the oatmeal, I took my chair back to my laptop, sat back down and turned on my laptop. As I did this, I explained to him about my bizarre dream. "The one known as Truth. They must have been the one that sent you here Envy, into my world." I sighed as I started to open up my Skype and check my emails.
"Hmph, dumb little white bastard..." Envy grumbled as he continued to eat. "But, I'll admit, this food is really good." He added bluntly. I gave a tiny smile and nodded before seeing that my dad had sent a message on Skype. It said "Will video call tonight at 8 pm, Just arrived in Wyoming. Wish you were here, love Dad."
I groaned and rested my head on the desk. "Damn...How am I gonna explain what just happened to my dad...?" I muttered to myself. I saw Envy turn his head towards me as he sipped the tea. "Huh? So your folks have no idea about you finding me?" He asked, though his tone was curious, it also gave me a feeling that he didn't care either way. "Yeah, I kinda live alone. My life is pretty complicated. My dad's almost always away on business and my mom is confined to a hospital bed. The only one other than me is my grandmother, who lives in the guest house out back." I explained, then saw that he had finished his oatmeal and tea. I got up and grabbed the tray, setting it on the night stand before helping him get more comfortable in my bed. "So...Um, how are you feeling Envy?" I asked casually. He groaned a little and closed his eyes. "Well, if you have to know, I'm not shivering as much, and I feel sleepy." He said.
"That's the medicine and tea kicking in. I should leave you to sleep. I'll check in every hour and a half to make sure you're recovering." I reassured him as I pulled the spare blankets I brought earlier over him and tucked him into my bed. He simply groaned again and turned onto his side, his front facing towards the electric fire place to take in its heat. I went to the stereo in my room and put on some music I always listen to to help me relax and sleep. Its the kind of music you'd hear in a therapists office or in a gym where you meditate and do yoga. This piece had the sound of a light rain mixed with occassional thunder and had harp and piano music in it. The volume wasn't very loud, just enough to listen to it and let it work its magic. I glanced at Envy and I could have sworn I saw his body relax as the music played. I smiled a little, then took the tray out of my room and into the kitchen to wash them before making my own breakfast. As I ate, I was thinking to myself. "Hm..He may be some psychopathic killer, but...Maybe, maybe I can do what Truth said, and be his friend and bring out his inner humanity. I know that in the scene of his demise, he was upset that Ed told him he understood how he felt, that he was jealous of human beings. So maybe there is some hope. I know it'll take a couple of days for him to recover, though it might be longer since his body isn't used to being sick. It'll be tough considering how hostile he is, but...Just maybe, there is hope. And with Christmas in two weeks, I can show him the good side of humanity."