I slowly opened my eyes. Something seemed different, when all of a sudden I remembered all that had happened earlier. But, how far in the past did that happen? Where was I now? And who attacked me? These questions kept buzzing around my head as I looked around at my new surroundings.
It was dark, but there was a fireplace with a fire blazing in its hearth. The flame seemed to dance as the shadows around the room flickered. It was so cold. The floor seemed like ice. It was as hard as stone but it had a fabric feel to it. I must have been on an old piece of carpet. I flexed my back a little but something seemed to resist my movement. It scared me. My eyesight immediately cleared up. My eyes shot upward and I stared into a young boy's face.
He was resting my head on his lap, supporting my shoulders with his hands. I gasped and shot up.
" I'm sorry. Did I frighten you?"
I couldn't speak. I just couldn't stop looking at him. He had shoulder-length black hair that seemed blue in the light. He was smiling at me. It seemed friendly but concerned at the same time. But his eyes are what fascinated me the most. They were a deep shade of blue, but they seemed to glow, as husky dogs eyes might.
" Don't worry. I won't hurt you."
He stood and walked over to me, offering his hand. When I didn't move (I was still in a state of shock) he bent down and grabbed my hand, lifting me to my feet.
" There now, see? You can still stand"
I then suddenly broke out of my stupor. I wasn't scared or even shocked anymore. I was angry and confused.
" Where am I? Who are you?" I screamed. He simply smiled and said " Calm down. You don't have to yell." Well, that remark only irritated me more.
" And why not? You're the one who kidnapped me!" He chuckled at the raise of anger in my tone.
" True, but if I meant to hurt you I would have done so already." He sat down on a dusty, black leather sofa. He patted the spot next to him, ushering me to sit down. I sighed. He did have a point. So I walked over, joining him on the sofa.
"Will you please just tell me who you are? I tried to put a note of pleading into my question, hoping it would help.
" Eddie Howl. And you're name is Kelly Parker." Now that shocked me.
"How do you know my name? Have you been watching me?" I hoped that he wouldn't hear the trace of fear that was in my voice."
"Actually Bright Eyes, I have."
" What! How? And why did you just call me Bright Eyes?"
"In the shadows. You're darker than most girls at your school so, you tend to stay in the shadows more. You're like a sitting duck." He smiled as he said this. It seems he was really excited about something, but I wasn't sure what.
He seemed to ignore my second question. But that didn't really matter right now. He had been stalking me! How long had he kept this up? And how would he be able to? If he had watched me at school, he would have had to be a student there. But I didn't recognize him. But that left only one other option. I hardly ever went out anywhere. I mostly spent all of my time in my room, with the lights off with my laptop. And how would staying in the shadows help him stalk me? All these questions swirled around in my head, but just the thought of having a stalker made goosebumps cover my arms. Quickly I tried to hide these thoughts with a much more pressing question.
" You still haven't told me why you kidnapped me in the first place."
"Couldn't we call it sweeping you off your feet?"
"You knocked me out with a powder, and you pushed my mother to the ground. That seems a little rough to me. And why would you want to call it that?"
" The same reason I kidnapped you. Can't you tell what it is?"
" umm, somewhat…" I was beginning to see a pattern in the answers he gave me. But if really was for what I think it was, I wanted him to say it. He took a deep breath and sighed. What he said next would change my life forever. Permanently.