Forgotten past

10

I sat on my bed almost picking my brains out. I was stuck in that moment with Michael covered in snowflake the unfounded kindness his gesture had showed not to mention ensuring I had art equipment. I was warmed from head to toe. But my doubts were sure to be present, his sudden mood switch and confusing signals.

I tied my hair back before I left my room for dinner. I was almost excited to see Michael I mean when he's nice it's the best feeling something I need right now. It just gives me so much hope that he knew me before. He knows what I liked to do my talents I just feel he's going to help me.

As time grew on I felt an urge spilling out of me reaching dangerously close to the surface. I can't tell you how it feels, like myself inside is screaming trying to shout the truth out but it's muted. I can't hear I can only feel the frustration trying to get through. My real self my past the truth.

I walk down to dinner my dress gliding behind me along the stairs. As I expected on my slightly late arrival, Michael was waiting for me at the table. I was pleasantly surprised he hadn't moved my seat back down to the end of the long table, instead I was next to him still.

I gave a gentile smile, a real one.
"Miss woods. It'd be nice for you to show up on time." He snarls as I take my seat.
"Sorry I was thinking too much, got into a bit of a daze I guess."
"Your mind is busy?"
I nod agreeing. It was more than busy fucking chaos.
"Very." I pick up my glass and reach for the hug but Michael quickly grabs it first. I was confused at first suspecting he was confiscating it from me but he poured some of the juice into my glass.

I thanked him and tried to reserve my smile. He placed the jug back down and gave me a warming look, not a smile but it was not cold.
Dinner arrived on time as soon as our drinks were poured.
"So tomorrow we will get back to training corelena."
I was already finding the routine tedious- breakfast,train,dinner,sleep.
I don't know how much longer I could keep this up for.

"Okay." He notices the boredom trailing as I speak.
"Is something not to your standards?" He asks rather sarcastically as I play with my food staring at it.
"How long will it be like this?"
"Miss woods you been here a few days. You still have 21 years of life to remember. Don't get ahead of yourself wishing time away."
I look up to him and his gaze is already burning into me.

"I wasn't saying that, it's just the same thing everyday."
"You were used to it before. A school for young witches." Damn did he just actually enlighten me on something.
I smiled widely at him, he didn't seem to change expression.

"Like my dream?" He nods gazing back to his food.
"Yes. All we lack here is the inconvenient noise. It's similar to that except none of those witches could even wish to rise to my level of power." He was so her of his words the kind of confidence where you could find yourself following anything he said.

I desperately wanted to poke for more questions but I was learning how to behave around him. He clearly had shown me he was powerful, but I guess I had nothing to compare to apart from me and that says enough.

"Well then we're lacking the noise and they were lacking your power." I smile boosting his confidence I'm not sure why I did it but it felt right.
He chuckles "ahh that's the miss woods I know."
We ate in silence for a little longer, a comfortable silence I might add. There's only so much to say when you hardly even know who you are, but regardless it felt  candid and the opposite to awkward.

"Thank you for today michael I appreciate it." I smile as I began to leave the table to return to my room to dive into some reading.
"And you. I thoroughly enjoyed your company."
I almost felt my heart skip a beat hearing him say that. I don't know why I couldn't help it. It's the nicest thing he's said to me. I feel like this could possibly be bearable with langdon.

I got to my room excited to finally read my book. I jump on my bed straight away not even bothering to change first. I was too hyped up to read about all the spells I was one day to know well I hope so anyway.

The sound of a plate smashing had me up in an instant I literally chucked my book across the room. The sound echoed through the long hallways and in that silence I couldn't help but investigate.

I walked out my door in a slight hurry leading my way to the kitchen since I'd figured that's likely to be where it came from. When I got metres away I could here voices being raised or more specifically one persons voice Michael.

I got closer peering through the slight gap in the door opening to the kitchen.
Michael stood in front of a young man they were in some kind of conflict.
"Mr langdon sir I'm sorry I assure you It wasn't anything like that."
"I saw you watching like a dirty fly on the wall. Give it to me." He holds out his hand to the guy dressed in grey.
"Sir it's just a painting it reminded me of home nothing more an-."
I saw him hold up the familiar painting... it was mine.

"Ahhh and that gives you the right to sit there and watch her?"
"What's the problem here?! What are you obsess-."
The poor guy couldn't even finish his sentence as Michael held up his hand flicking his wrist mid air. The guys head swished to the side letting out a cracking sound as he dropped to the floor.

I couldn't hold back my gasp as I stumbled back in fear.
Michael snaps to me instantly noticing my presence. My adrenaline kicks in my heart racing my palms growing sweaty. Fight or flight? Flight.

I flea the scene almost tripping over my legs that felt like jelly. I ran not looking back once straight to my room slamming the door behind me and locking it.

Did I seriously just witness that.
Michael?
All because of my painting? Or watching me like what the fuck was that.
I couldn't think straight I was terrified he was about to come and do the same to me.

I had no idea how to calm myself I was stuck here with him. I couldn't escape if I tried. I tried to rationalise the situation. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the image of that guys neck snapping in a second.

Was that the kind of magic I was going to come to learn. If so I don't want too. Who the fuck is Michael what is he training me to do. The realisation sank in that this man was dangerous. He knows me but I don't know him. I have no idea what's going on here anything could be happening. Whatever it is I'm not about to be a part of it.