Rolling over on my side I let out a rash sigh, my mouth dry and breathing heavy. A low grumble in my stomach tuning me back to the real world. "Ugh…" the rooms almost dark except for the nightlight plugged into the wall. Water. I thought as i ripped the sheets off of me, letting my eyes adjust and ignoring the sudden cold, i looked down. Im not naked anymore but rather clothed in a white nightgown, a light pink trim lacing the collar and bottom. Who dressed me? A chill ran up my aching spine as the his image floated into my head. I wonder if im already married? How does one get married? I rubbed my head in confusion as i gently stood up, the cold floor burning my feet. Turning on the light, i opened the door. The hallways dark the only light being the moon produces, gleaming through window. "I guess it'll have to do," i sighed as search for a flight of stairs or new room. I feel like i'm in somewhere foreign. Where exactly have i been this entire time? Feeling the wall bend i turned my gaze to my left. Stairs. Carefully i grabbed the stairs and walked down them, a weird fear of the unknown gripping my shoulders and whispering in my ear.
Light filled my vision as i made my way downstairs, the lights are on and the sound of rummaging can be heard. Is someone breaking in? The clanging of pans reached my ears, the scraping of them on a stove. Precousously i walked to where the light is, hes there, in the kitchen. The kitchen itself is quite nice, it kind of reminds me of mas- the old woman's house, minus all the clutter and fancy china. Without moving the barstool i sat down on the chair, observing his chaste movements. Food… my mouth somehow became dryer as popped my mouth. Instantly he jumped, not realizing i was there. His clothes are different, instead of wearing formal clothes, like his button up and slacks, he's wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants. Smiling softly at me he lifted up the pan, a mixture of vegetables sit bubbling in it. "Hungry?:" i nodded my head 'yes', he still is a stranger, i don't even know who he is; besides the fact we're married. I huffed as a plate was suddenly put in front of my face. Ignoring the fork i just reached my hands in, the food barely burning. "Slow down or you'll puke it up." Still ignoring him i ate, im a natural fast eater, why would i worry now. Finishing the food i grabbed a napkin, wiping my hands off i looked over at his bowl, he's not even halfway done. Unfortunately i didn't stop looking quick enough, He turned towards me, "i don't believe i got your name? Mines Uni." Uní asked, his voice curious as to who i am. "Rhem" his gaze got soft, "last?" Oh, "Cosa" "hm" he scratched his chin. "What's your favorite color?" "Orange, you" "green, where are you from" "Estæn, it's a small town in Bosco" "wh-" I interrupted him, frowning at the abundance of memories that seemed to flash forward. Mom… "what's with all the questions?" I spoke with a low and curt voice. "I-I just wanted to know about you" his voice shy "well did you ever think I don't want to talk about the past" I stood up and put the plate in the sink "thanks" I stomped to my room. It's a weird thought, my room. Something to my own… well not really, but close enough.
Waddling back into I seeped down into the sheets, hoping to be absorbed into them and to never return. Memories drifted into my head, mom was so gentle, yet at times, quite brash and dreadfully honest; Her dark curly hair unruly like her soul. I looked in front of me to the side, The white door still open. "Why're you so sad?" I watched as she walked in, her gaze soft. "Because," i mumbled, she's dressed in her night clothes. A simple shirt was all she felt necessary, her legs bare to the world. "Because What? You're scared?" She made her way to the bed and kneeled down so she's facing me, "it's ok to be scared, but you also need to understand that sometimes you just have to fight fear" "but they don't li-" she gave a grin, "fuck what they think, you're a Lendrega, fear is nothing to us and you know that!" She speeched as she held a fisted hand, her gaze strong and unruly. Tears pooled in my eyes, "but who's supposed to help me?" My voice hoarse and quietly pleading for an answer. "Well, that's something you'll have to figure out for yourself" She caressed my cheek, "now go to bed" She dissipated, leaving me alone to the darkness of the night.
I'm running, the cold air of the guiding me to somewhere unknown. Trees slicing my skin thin, what am i running from. I slowed down and looked around, jutting my hands out as i felt around. "Hello?" i yelled into the dark night, even the moon is shrouded in darkness. My breathing hitched as i felt something tickle my shoulder, hair. Quickly i turned around, i refuse to plagued by this woman. I growled my voice low and animalistic, "where are you!?" i spun around again, anger flooding my veins. "You know anger isn't the way" huh, her voice is not delirious like before, but rather normal and quaint. "I dont care!" i screamed, ignoring her gentle touch and eyes. She hurt me, therefore i'll hurt her back; i mean, it only seems fair. I reached at my side, grabbing the knife from the inside of my wrap. "You know this is wrong" i ignored her plea, her eyes nothing but blackness. Pulling my arm back i grabbed her by the white button up, and with a quench for something dark, i sliced. A gurgle ripping through her throat as she desperately tried to cover her weeping jugular. In detest of her struggle, i slashed down again… and again and again. Straddling her body i continued to slash and stab, her body becoming my new cutting block. Her blood squirting when i hit certain arties, dripping down my face and lighty trickling into my mouth. Staring down i noticed that i had carved something into her, her shirt long gone. Do not practice what you do not know what? Suddenly my face has hands around it, sharp nails puncturing my cheeks, any control i had seeped away from me like leaves to water. I stared at the face holding mine, the blackness suddenly formed into a face. It's me. I stared at myself, her gaze far and distant, most importantly voided of all that holds life. Just an empty gaze of sadness . Abruptly her eyes rolled and took hold on me. Tears formed in her vacant eyes. "Help me" her voice barely above a whisper, without a notice she started to repeat herself, "help me. Help me! HELP ME!" her eyes jarred into mine. Her body suddenly taking alight, skin burning, some of it burning off and flecking into the area. The fire abruptly took over the entire scene, before i knew it, it's just me and the fire.
"Time to to wake up mistress" i felt a light tapped, with a unknown tenacity i jerked up. I think i'm gonna be sick. Reaching my hands up to my mouth the lady quickly ran out and came back with a bucket. Letting my hand go, i released whatever i had eaten last night into the wood bucket. "Oh my do you have a fever ?" her voice high pitched and soft, gently she reached over and tapped the back of my forehead. "Shit" she instantly pulled away, cradling her hand. "Are you ok" she looked up hesitantly, her eyes cautious. "I.. uh…" quickly she ran out, her long blonde hair trailing behind her, lightly flitting as she did so. I lifted my hand to my forehead, it doesn't feel hot at all. Maybe she's sensitive to heat? Shifting i winced as i felt something burn at my back. *thud thud thud* i tuned in as feet made their way to the room, "master im telling you she's actually burning" the lady from before pleaded, "that's impossible Mori, she can't actually 'burn.' How's her back" Uni spoke his voice curt. "I was going to check on it when she awoke but she awoke puking." they stopped outside the door, i made 'ch' sound. Do they think i can't hear them. "Hey! You know i can hear you!" i yelled with a grumpy voice. "Oh. yes my apologize my dear" they walked in, both fully dressed for the day. Looking towards the window, i scrunch my face, i don't like the way he refers to me. My dear, i'm not an object, i growled, a habit that i had picked up a long time ago. "Are you alright?" his voice cautious, and concerned. "Fine" i spoke as i crossed my arms, my eyes shifting from the closed window to wooden upholstered chair. "Sir i wou-" she was quickly cut off as sharp hiss suctioned through out medium sized room. A light grab was all he did, and the next thing i know he's leaning against the door frame. Like Mori had once before, cradling his hand, his eyes pigoint. "Mori fetch a doctor. Now!" he yelled as he scurried out of the room, Mori following behind, shooting one last fearful gaze at me.
