The next morning I wake up with a killer headache and my eyes feel heavy. I sit up with my hand pressed to my temple and moan, which does not make it feel any better. I look around the room and see my neat room that I despise. I wish I could go back to my old life. Go back to living with my dad in my own room. He's not an A+ dad but he tries and that's all that matters. Though that's in the past just like a lot of other things I left there to only be memories in the future.
I see a note on my dresser but I don't feel like getting up and reading it. It's probably just a stupid note from Derek, apologizing. If he wants to apologize he can come and do it face to face. Though it's my fault he can't do that. I just can't face him right now. I love him and want him way too much. I just know I'll give in if I talk to him, even if I am mad at him. Why do things have to be so complicated? In frustration I ball my hands into fists and punch the pillow until it can no longer be recognised as a pillow.
I hear a knock at my door and start getting up but stop when I hear an unfamiliar voice speak through the door. "Come to breakfast. We need to talk." My eyes widen and a cool breeze sweeps over me. I get goose bumps and try to wipe them away with a brush of my hand while snuggling into a blanket. Why do I need to talk to a stranger? I suddenly think of something and walk over to my dresser. I snatch up the note and sure enough it says the same thing. Wait. That means there was a stranger in my room while I slept. I start to feel uncomfortable and look around the room. No signs of disturbance or anything stolen. I shrug it off thinking it's just Derek trying to scare me and head for the shower.
5 minutes into the shower I hear a knock at the door. I scream, head pounding and almost fall over in the tub. Then I hear it again. "Come to Breakfast. We need to talk." The water suddenly turns ice cold and I shrink away in the corner, waiting for it to return to hot. What could this person want?! This isn't scary anymore. This is just pissing me off. I get out of the shower and quickly dry myself and put on my normal, nothing out of the ordinary clothes which are probably the only normal thing about me. I look at myself in the mirror and I still see the black colour of my hair with my pale skin. Not a good combination. The black doesn't seem to want to come out no matter how many showers I take. Though it has faded a little, I guess that's good. I sigh, accepting the fact I'll have to be patient. I walk over to the door to my room and open it, heading to breakfast.
So what do you guys think about the mystery voice? Who will she find waiting for her at breakfast? Sorry this wasn't too good. My head was all jumbled and I couldn't seem to get the words out right. Please review! :)