AUTHORS NOTE ~ I would like to know your thoughts? Should I continue or save myslef embarrasment? Be KIND.
The mattress I woke up on was comfortable, very soft and plush like, and my pillows were just the same. The frame was a beautiful black wrought iron with floral design, with a matching vanity. The vanity's glass table top was iced over with floral design. I loved it. While the room was white, the walls weren't bare, nor did they have those stupid scales with the ridiculous pictures of the faces trying to capture your pain. No, they had pictures. My pictures. The pictures of my family. "What the?" I asked out loud, more sleep in my voice than concern. I jumped and grabbed my stomach. What was that pain from? Screams. Agony. Laughter. Hissing. Him kissing you, the smell of chocolates. My brain reminded me.
Some man broke into my home and tried to kill, no, torture me. I shuddered at the thought. Then who was that boy who saved me? How did he find me and how… "IZZY!" I screamed. My cat, my damn cat! I threw my legs over the bed, and stood in agony, my stomach wrenched when I moved, but I had to find that fucking fluffball. Before it was too late, I acknowledged the iv in my arm and I grabbed the little pole it hung to and began to wheel it around when I caught a familiar scent.
"'Bout damn time you woke up." I looked around, and standing there was the boy who saved me. He had shoulder length blonde hair, with bangs that laid just above his eyes. His leather attire and rosary beads that hung around his neck were made a little less…tough looking by the candy bar he chewed on in his hands. "Who are you? Where am I?" Another boy walked in behind him. Probably the other boy in the car the other night. I thought to myself. He was about the same age as the blonde one, with shaggy brown hair and orange goggles. What I could see of his attire looked like a striped shirt and gloves. I noticed the flirty smirk on his face as he looked me over, and I quickly realized why. I was still in a damn t-shirt only. "Oh!" I screamed and ignored the pain in my stomach while I jumped onto the bed. The second boy laughed and stepped in the room. "I'm Matt, and let me tell you, you're a hot mess." He grinned and stepped out of the way while the other boy grunted passed him. "Stop fucking around, Matt." The blonde hothead blurted out. "You have all the standard questions, and I don't feel like answering them," he stated hastily while grabbing my wrist. I pulled in protest but he was way stronger than me.
"At least let me put on some damn clothes!" I yelped as he pulled me off the bed. My stomach immediately reacted and I made probably the most pained expression, because "Matt" smacked "Mello" on the back of the head rather hard. "Dude, she was just carved like a pumpkin, let her walk by herself." He stated aggressively. Mello sighed and dropped my hand. "I'm taking you to someone who can answer your questions better than me. Put your clothes on and lets go." He walked past Matt and out into the hall. Matt pushed himself off the wall and grabbed the door and began to pull it. "Over look him, he's an ass." He winked and shut the door.
After a few minutes of rummaging through the closet and dresser in the room I was in, I realized that some of the clothes were not mine. They were actually new…with tags. Everything was the correct size and I really didn't know how to act about it. I settled on a pair of jeans and a pull over hoodie, and trust me, getting it on took forever. I had to maneuver everything around my stupid IV, plus take breathers to give my wound time to rest. "This has to stop soon." I mumbled as I walked to the door. When I opened it, I could see Mello and Matt leaning against a railing. My mouth grew wide as I looked down the halls. "This place is huge!" I stated loudly, half expecting an echo. Matt smiled and Mello looked on with an agitated expression. "Yeah, I'll give you a tour later," he sounded nonchalant as he walked towards me. "but, right now, we have to take you somewhere. C'mon." the two boys began to walk down the hall.
The hallways were enormous. After you walked out of one corridor you stepped into a new, or at least that's what if felt like to me. I thought I heard children, and lots of them. What is this place? I asked myself. Like they read my mind, in unison the two stated, "Don't worry, you're about to find out." We finally stopped in front of a large oak door. Behind it, I heard muffled voices of two more men, and clinking of what sounded like plates and forks. Mello pushed the door hard and walked in before Matt or I either one. When I finally stepped into the room, I saw the source of the clinking and one of the voices. An older man with kind eyes greeted me. "Ah, hello, Miss. Are you feeling better? Would you like tea? Coffee?" he gestured towards the cart next to him, his smile small under his rather killer mustache. I smiled politely. "No thank you." I looked around for the source of the other voice, and I finally saw it.
A sense of recognition and fear swelled inside me, and nearly tripped backwards trying to get away. I saw his black messy hair, and I saw the same baggy t-shirt and jeans. Only a few feet in front of me, was him.
