Sunday, February 21, 2016
Dear Diary,
When I woke up today, I noticed that the prison door was open. I immediately ran towards it and saw a hallway just outside. I rushed down the hall and found the boy from yesterday lounging on a black sofa, staring at the ceiling. He didn't look at me, but he seemed to know I was there. Then he started giving me orders and bossing me around.
"The kitchen is down that hall and to the left," he said, "Go there and make tea. Then bring it here."
He's mean. The last time I tried to make tea for Grandpa, I ended up with hot water spilled all over my dress. I am not going to make tea for him!
"No! Hot water is dangerous!" I said, "Besides, I don't know how to make tea." I mumbled the last part.
He smiled, but it was scary! It almost seemed like he would eat me up if I don't obey him! He stood and walked over to me. I backed up until I was pressed up against the wall. Why were the walls so cold? It was like metal or something. I looked up at him, scared. Then he reached down and grabbed my hand.
I instinctively pulled back because his hand was so cold and pale. "Why is your hand so cold?" I asked quietly. He didn't respond. Instead, he pulled me down the hall and then walked into the kitchen. The whole way, he stared straight ahead, almost like he couldn't believe that he had to show me down the hall.
The kitchen was tiny, with only a stove with a tea kettle on it. The room was about the size of a walk-in closet. Too small for a kitchen.
"What's your name?" I asked him. He just smirked and turned on the stove.
"What are you most scared of?" He asked back. Why did he give me a question rather than answering me?
"What's your name?" I repeated. He turned around and looked at me.
"You can call me Julian." Julian? I was expecting some weird monster name like Bluey for his eyes or Snowy for his hair.
"Is that your name?" I asked skeptically.
"I didn't say that was my name. I said that you can call me that."
"What's your name then?" I asked. Then on impulse I added, "Is it Snowy?"
He raised an eyebrow with a sliver of a smile and then turned back towards the stove and placed the tea kettle on it.
"I'm going to call you Snowy. Okay?" I said, liking the name more each second. He didn't respond, instead just watching the tea kettle heat up.
Then the kettle began to whistle as if it was playing music! It was a really nice sound! I leaned my head against Snowy's waist and smiled. He really wasn't as scary as I originally thought he was.
He leaned down and picked me up until I could see the kettle from above.
"This is how you make tea." He said. Holding me in one arm, he used to other to turn off the heat. He plucked a teapot out of thin air and placed it on a counter I swear wasn't there a second ago. Then two teacups appeared on the counter. Without Snowy even lifting a finger, the tea kettle lifted and poured hot water into the teacups and the teapot.
Dried green leaves appeared out of nowhere and dropped into the teapot. I thought there was water in there from when the kettle poured it, but when I looked again, the water was gone! Then, I looked a third time to make sure, and the water was back! Shocked, I looked at Snowy, but he was focused on the tea making. I ignored the rest of the process, instead just staring at his hair and eyes. Finally, he looked at me.
"Shouldn't you be staring at the tea to learn how to brew it rather than staring at me?" He asked. I blushed and stared at the tea for the rest of the time, not really paying attention.
After a while, he put me down and placed a porcelain teacup in my hands. Inside was a clear, light green tea. I smiled up at him. I tried some of the tea but it was too bitter!
"Do you have sugar?" I asked. He dropped a sugar cube into my cup, though I'm not sure where it came from. He probably made it appear out of nowhere.
"Go back to your room." He said. But, I don't have a room here.
"Room?" I asked.
"It's a nicer way of saying prison." He explained, already grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall.
"Snowy?" I asked. He didn't respond. I tried to remember the name he gave me.
"D-du-li-anne?" I recite, trying to get the name. He smiled.
"Snowy is fine." He replied. I grinned.
"Yay!" I yelped. "So, um, Snowy. When can I go home?" Snowy stopped walking.
"This is your home from now on," he said. "Your grandfather sold you to us for his own life. You aren't leaving here." I started crying and I tore my hand out of his and ran down the rest of the way to my prison. As soon as I was inside, the door swung shut, locking me in again.
Julian appeared on the other side of the bars and said, "Be sure to record your day in the journal I gave you. Today is February 21, 2016, and it's a Saturday." Then he vanished, leaving me alone. So I picked the pen from yesterday and the journal and began to write. And done!
Sincerely,
Jenny
Question: If someone took you away from your home and suddenly told you that you were never going back, what would you do?
