Chapter 2: Confusion
I awoke to the sound of heavy rain beating down on the roof, not sure whether it was morning or evening.
At first I thought last night's events had all been a dream, but I willed them not to be. I mean, a face that gorgeous couldn't be real. Yet part of me--the more dominant part, actually--really did want the mysterious person to be a figment of my imagination. Things would be so much better that way.
But as my eyes adjusted I realized I wasn't in my own room. This room was too plain; my walls were painted black, covered in posters of rock bands.
Maybe I checked into a hotel during the night, and just don't remember, I tried to convince myself. Yeah right, I snickered.
And what really confirmed that I hadn't been dreaming was when I slowly tried to sit up but found a throbbing pain in the back of my head. "Ouch!"
I laid back down and--seeing as I was somewhere unfamiliar--took to memorizing my surroundings. The sheets on the bed I lay in were red, blood red. The only furniture was the bed, a dresser, a nightstand, and a desk that were all a dark mohogany. The carpet was perhaps the purest white I had ever seen in my life, whiter even than fresh typing paper.
"I have to get back home," I muttered, forcing myself to climb out of bed. I was still fully clothed except for my shoes, which sat in front of the nightstand. I quickly slipped on my black and crimson Skechers.
I power-walked down the twisting and turning corridors, but the walls were so huge and there were so many doors that I couldn't decipher which was the exit. I mean, it's not like there were glowing neons over the correct one. I didn't even know if I was headed in the right direction.
I was dreaming, I concluded. Or better explained, having a nightmare. After all, this what what usually happened in my nightmares: running without a sure destination in sight.
But I didn't want it to be a nightmare. And even if it was, I at least wanted to see the beautiful face of my savior one last time before waking up. Well, I thought he had saved me, but maybe he had actually kidnapped me and brought me here. Or maybe the men had beaten him up--three against one, what are the odds?--and they were holding me prisoner. Either way, I was almost out... Stop thinking about it, I scolded myself. He didn't save you, and even if he had, he probably has some kind of agenda...
I found it. I was sure that this was the door that would lead me to the outside world.
I quickened my pace, but when I reached the doorway someone all too familiar stepped in front of me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, sarcasm coating his tone.
"Home," I muttered under my breath, trying to push past his concrete body.
"But aren't you hungry?" he asked. Random. All I could do was nod. Then suddenly my stomach growled, and I couldn't help but wonder when my last meal had been. "Then you should probably eat first," he suggested, still amused.
"O-okay," I stammered. I had never been this tongue-tied around anyone. Then again, I had never talked to a hot guy, and my first attempt was turning out very badly.
He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to a dining room that was large enough--and fit enough--to be in a palace. I looked around in awe.
"You'll have to forgive me," he said like he was sharing some inside joke that I didn't quite get. "I'm not very familiar with your eating habits." I stared at him, bewildered. He laughed softly.
"Before you start, perhaps I should introduce myself." He held out his hand and a wide grin spread across his face. "I'm William, but you can call me Will." I shook his ice cold hand that felt like it had sat in a bucket of snow overnight.
I instantly pulled away. "K-kylie," I stammered.
"Kylie," he mused. "That's an... unusual name." Then, as if he had made a mistake added, "I mean, unusual in a good way."
I laughed. "Thanks. Your name is... nice too."
He laughed too. "Now that we know each other, what would you like to eat? Sorry, I don't have much. I do have some apples, oranges, grapes, bananas, strawberries... basically fruit. Oh, and then there's some fruit. And also fruit."
I giggled. "Apparently I'll have... fruit." He once again joined my laughing.
Someone--I don't know who, but to me he looked very ghostly--brought me out a large platter of... fruit.
"Thanks," I murmured as I reached for an apple. "So, what are you, a fruititarian, or something?" I asked jokingly, forgetting the name of people who only eat fruit so making up my own.
He didn't answer, so I just stared at him in all his surreal beauty, wondering why he didn't eat. I noticed that his eyes were bloody crimson--not black anymore.
His gaze drifted from mine as he noticed my scrutiny, and I wanted to say sorry but for some reason my vocal cords wouldn't work.
Over the next few bites of endless fruit, they started working again. "What happened last night after I passed out?" I asked, trying to hide the genuine curiosity in my voice. I didn't prevail.
William's brilliant smile quickly turned to chagrin, and he veered our conversation in a new direction, obviously trying desperately to avoid my question. "Actually, I had something to ask you that's been gnawing at me. What were you doing, wandering out on your own like that?"
I felt like saying "I am seventeen years old and perfectly certified to 'wander out on my own' if I want to," but I didn't. And I didn't attempt to ask him the question again because I knew I wouldn't get an answer--and if I did it wouldn't be very straightforward--so I focused on coming up with an answer to his.
"I...um..." I debated for a moment on whether to go with the truth or a lie. I barely knew him, but he seemed trustworthy enough. And after all, he did save me... I think...
"I ran away from home," I confessed in a rush. Truth.
"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Well. Then why are you so anxious to get back?" Is it my imagination or was he mocking me...?
"I...um...I didn't know I was anxious to get back," I replied, puzzled.
He chuckled. "When I caught you trying to leave, and asked where you were going, you answered 'home'," he explained. Yup. Definately mocking.
"Well...ah...when I said 'home', I didn't literally mean home. I meant I was going somewhere like home, maybe to a--"
"Shh," Will interrupted, leaning across the table to put a finger over my lips. Only then did I realize I had been talking at the speed of light, a tendency that I had quite often.
"You can stay here for a while, until you find somewhere else," he whispered, and I nearly melted. He realized his finger was still over my lips, so he hastily pulled away, returning his arms to his side of the table.
"Unless, of course, you already have somewhere else to stay," he added quickly, as if trying to atone. I shook my head. Then he got up swiftly and bounded out of the room just as fast. I stared after him open-mouthed, momentarily dazed.
I took about two more bites of my apple before realizing that the only reason I had stayed in the dining hall so long was because Will was there, and now that he had left...
I ran back into the hall, trying to retrace my steps to the room I had stayed in the previous night. I decided I would stay here, not just to stay with William--although that was a major part of it--but to show my mom that I was independent and could make it just fine out on my own, without her bossing me around.
Imagine my surprise and amazement when the first door I opened just happened to be the right one. And I thought I'd be searching for hours...
I knew I would be bored here, and would just have to find some way to occupy my time. Perhaps spying on William. But I wasn't one to pine over boys--no matter how sexy, or mysterious, or perfect they were--let alone boys who seemed very suspicious and I didn't now the first thing about. Besides, I didn't want to come across as desperate.
Or maybe there was a library somewhere in this big mansion...
I was shocked when I walked in and saw all of my belongings scattered across the room, sitting there, waiting for me.
The first thing I grabbed was my iPod, my most prized possession. I picked "The Last Night" by Skillet and turned the volume up all the way, the pain in my ears extensive.
I was tempted to scream the lyrics out at the top of my lungs--just for something to do, and something I loved to do at that--because I had the song memorized, but I knew that would be to embarrassing.
On my way to the bed I picked up one of my favorite books--though I had already read it too many times to count--Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. After all, if my suspicions about William were correct, I'd need to reread all my vampire books...
I layed on the bed and started to read, but I still didn't turn down the screaming in my ears. Yet I was still able to focus on both the book and song lyrics at the same time; a special talent of mine.
The song that played next was "Never Too Late" by Three Days Grace.
I heard a faint knocking sound and wondered how that was possible over the loud music. Nevertheless, I had heard it, so I pulled the earphones out of my ears--forgetting, in my haste, to pause the music--and went to answer the door.
"I see you found all of your things," the perfect voice said. I nodded. "That's good. I was just coming to make sure. And,"--he said the rest so quickly that I barely caught it--"to say that you're free to come and go as you please, but try not to wander around the house"--HOUSE? This place was as huge as a mansion--"or in the woods right outside of the house." MANSION!
I wanted to have more of a conversation with him, but he vanished into thin air, or so it seemed, and I could tell he hadn't wanted to talk to me.
This guy is so strange! I thought. First he's all buddy-buddy, and then he's in a hurry to get away from me!
Am I that repulsive? I wondered. Does he find me so much of a boring geek that he never wants to speak to me again?
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even realize it when I dosed off.
We'll find out tomorrow.