I stared at him in shock.
"How do you know all that? You barely touched me."
"Maybe I'll tell you someday," he said.
"Is that all you're going to tell me?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, and looked at the wall at the other side of the room. I dropped the subject.
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"Nothing. Your body is already starting to heal. There is nothing more we can do for the moment except wait."
"How long is it going to take?" I asked.
"Not long. You should be fully healed in the next day or two. But for now, let's get you to bed so you can rest. That couch can't be that comfortable. I'll take you to the bedroom."
I slipped his arms under my body and lifted me up, carrying me up a flight of stairs, down a hallway and through a door to a bedroom. The walls were painted a deep purple and the curtains were a light shade of lavender. There was a couch in the corner that was a beautiful shade of green that matched the pillows that adorned the bed which was covered in blankets that were made of multiple shades of purple, blue, and green.
He gently set me down on the bed. I was asleep even before my head hit the pillow.
When I woke up the next morning I had the worst headache, but it didn't stop me from waiting in bed a few minutes before sitting up. I went slowly this time so as not to bring up another dizzy spell, pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. I walked to the door, opened it, and walked into the hall. It was adorned with violets from one end to the other.
I walked down a flight of spiral stairs to the first floor of the building. These stairs apparently lead to the kitchen. There were stainless steel appliances, a new cell phone, and a home phone. Next to the phone there was a note. The note read:
Good morning, sleepyhead!
Hope you're feeling better.
Food is in the fridge. If you
have any questions, call me.
852-555-8264
Love,
Keegan and Victoria
Awww! I thought. How sweet.
I set the note down and limped over to the fridge to check out the food supply. I pulled on the door and it opened soundlessly. Inside was enough food for a banquet. There was fruit, vegetables, dairy, and at least half of it was chocolate. I was in heaven with all that chocolate, but forced myself to shut the door. Of course, I had to grab a piece of the Swedish chocolate and a chocolate-covered molasses chip before that was possible.
Opening the freezer was even worse. There were the remains of the birthday cake from the party. There were a huge carton of Extreme Moosetracks ice cream, fudge, Popsicles, and a few frozen dinners. I dipped my finger in the icing on the cake, finding it still soft, and closed the door while sticking my finger in my mouth to lick off the frosting. Opening up the fridge again (torture!), I grabbed an apple and bit into it while closing the fridge and walking out of the room to explore the rest of the house.
Right outside the door to the kitchen was the dining room, which also lead to the small
study and the living room. Off the living room was thewere a small bathroom and the armory. It was amazing. Filled from wall to wall with ever weapon you could imagine. It had everything from swords and shields to spears, bows, and arrows.
I decided to go back into the living room and look at the pictures that lined the walls. Some were baby pictures, some were of adults, teens, animal, pretty much everything. There was a whole variety of them. I walked to one that seemed to be filled with photos. I took it off the wall and brought it to one of the tables, turned it over, and started to open some of the flaps that kept the pictures in place.
The first one was a picture of five small children, four girls and one boy. On the back, it had their names. It read:
Teshawn, Maryanne, Annabelle,
Aurora, Shea
1993
Wow. Either I had a relative named Aurora, or it was a picture of me and some other kids. They all looked around the same age and the photo was dated 1993. That was when I was three years old. It has to be a photograph with me in it. But then who are the other kids in it? That would be a mystery for later/
I replaced the photo and picked up another one. This one had a girl and a boy in it, both about the four or five years old. The back read:
Aurora and Shea
1995
"Wow," I said aloud, without noticing what I was doing. The house had become so quiet and it was so big that my voice echoed off the walls and sounded three times louder than it should have. I jumped, and then burst out laughing. I placed the pictures back in their frames and hung them back on the wall.
The whole house had gone quiet so I decided to go back into the kitchen and call Keegan. I walked over to the phone, picked up the note, and dial the number. It rings for a few seconds and Keegan answers.
"Hello?" he says.
"Hey, Keegan, it's Aurora. What's up?"
"Same, same. How are you feeling?" he asks.
"Much better. You?"
"Good. Nothing much happened to me. It's you I'm worried about."
"Don't worry. I'm feeling much better. Just a little confused, I guess."
"Yeah. That's totally understandable."
"Hey, I was wondering if you could come over here for a little while. There were a few things that I wanted to tell you but with all the stuff that's happened it have been kind of hard to get a word in."
"Yeah, sure. I'll come over. I remember at the party something was on your mind. I never got to find out what it was. I'll be over in a few minutes."
"Okay. Bye, Keegan."
"Bye, Aurora."
We hung up and I went into the living room to wait for Keegan to arrive.