POV Natsuki
Dressed, I watched myself, it was not that bad, I found it suited me well. And the clothes were in quite good quality, I never wore this. I went out from my 'room' and … I had no idea where to go. I watched to my left and right. I pondered a moment. I am right-handed so I will go there.
It was as if I was inside a huge labyrinth. The hallways were endless, there were doors all over my way. I was really inside a castle, like the Disney one. I remembered when I saw one when I was younger, I was always fascinated. Majestic, rich and sparkling. I saw the candles; did they light them up all the time? I touched the curtain and looked around, just in case; oh gosh… it was so soft like silk. I shook my head, now was not the time to admire the scenery. I continued to walk, I hummed. I could walk freely. I wanted to dance like that show. I move my shoulders, and I started to hum that I am happy. I stopped when I heard a loud crash and a terrible scream. Worried and curious, I slowly went to see what's going. I saw a door wide open; it was bigger than all I saw; it was also wealthier, craved, and there was gold. It was probably the room for someone very important. A king, prince or someone close to the status.
"How dare you! Leave my room now or I will kill you!"
"I am sorry, I am sorry." A begging that seemed useless. I saw a vase explode from the wall. I was petrified and shocked. Did I think too fast it was good to be here? Did I make a terrible mistake by wanting to stay here? A maid ran away with tears, she did not notice me and bumped into me. I fall loudly on the floor. Arg. Great. I strand up and remove the dust on my dress. I notice a shiny ring. I took and inspect it. Was it gold and ruby? Oh my… it should it must have been worth a fortune, I could buy a car… it did not belong to me, the owner was probably the person inside the room. I should leave now. It was not my place to be here. But I should let the ring, I was not a thief.
There was a tormenting silence, a sob with hiccups. Next, there was a low groan. It was more persistent.
"Aaah damn it! Help me… please…. Please…" I heard a shy supplication and I was surprised. I recognized the pain inside my core, I felt it so much. The despair to be alone, not to be able to do anything. Being weak and useless was a horrible sensation. And that person was like me. The voice was silky and hard at the same time. It was not an adult voice but a childish one. I did not think twice and I went there. I stopped my track when I noticed that tiny body on the floor curled up and shaking. I took on my arms the weak body, light like a feather, and I put her on the bed.
I realized, finally the appearance of the room, if we can call it that way. I almost puked. It was so dark, dusty, smelly. Did it was ever clean? I did not have time to think more, I suddenly received a burn on my face. It was hurting, I watched dread the girl who slapped me.
I was dumbfounded, it was not the slap that shocked me, but the appearance of the little girl. Frail, skinny, she looked like a beggar. Her hair was not washed or brushed, her clothes did not look one, it was just a piece that was torn, and eaten by time. And what which disturbed me even more in this already difficult image, the black blindfold on the eyes of the child. Why did she wear one?
"How dare you to touch me!" The girl screeched. I finally came back from the reality.