Pluto

Chapter Two

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It took me a moment to realize anything was wrong. Waking up in a strange bed wasn't exactly a foreign habit, and I didn't remember anything that had happened. My head pounded and my mouth was dry; not unlike a hangover.

"Minthe," I groaned, "Minthe!" Still no reply.

It was when I opened my eyes that everything came rushing back. Cake. Weeman's. That man. His tear.

Oh my god, I thought. I'm dead.

"You're not dead, Indie." I turned my head quicker than a hungry dog catching the early supper bell. 

The moment I saw Minthe, I flopped back down onto the bed. We must be fine, I thought. What a fucked up dream.

"Quiet," I whispered-yelled from underneath a heavy pillow. "What the hell happened last night?"

"Indie, you need to open your eyes." Why does she sound so sober? God, that's annoying.

"No," I said, still a whisper. "Let me sleep."

"Indigo-Alice," Oh fuck. There goes my full name. "Open your eyes." And so I did.

The room contained a king-size bed, neatly made except for the spot where I woke, two gold-accented lounge chairs against a velvet wall, and a Hollywood-style vanity. It was in the vanity that I realized I was no longer sporting my favorite red dress. Instead, I wore a long-sleeved form-fitting dress with an A-line skirt that reached my ankles. The bright Fuschia of my night-dress was a huge contrast to the dark blue ambiance of the bedroom. Behind me in the vanity, I noticed the largest curtains I'd ever seen- dark blue was becoming quite the theme. The ceilings were high- so high, I doubted anyone could reach the top without a ladder.

This must be one of those fancy apartments on the Harbor, I guessed. There's probably a view of the boats from here.

Minthe brought me out of my thoughts. She was sitting on a velvet chair beside the bed. She looked uncomfortable. "Can we talk?"

"I'd rather we slept," I retorted, reaching out my hand to hers. "Let's just lay down for a bit."

"No, Indigo." 

"Fine," I relented. "Fine. One second." I adjusted myself so I was sitting upright against one of the hundreds of pillows on the dark bed. "I have to ask, though" I joked. "We didn't have a threesome, did we?"

Minthe abandoned her strict demeanor and busted out in laughter. "You..." she couldn't stop. "You really thought..." I started laughing too. Not as hard as she was; my head was still pounding. "No..." She was clutching her stomach now. "No, you stupid bitch..." She couldn't breathe at this point. "We did not have a..."

I threw a small pillow at her. "I'm sexy as hell," I told her. "You'd be lucky to have me."

She laughed harder. "No, no, no," She finally caught her breath. "We need to talk for real."

"Fine, fine."

"Do you remember what happened? It might've seemed like a dream," She started slow but didn't seem sure how to finish. "Or maybe like a distant memory?" I hesitated. That man. Could that have happened?

"My head," I began. "That's why it hurts so bad." Minthe nodded, sudden tears in her eyes.

"Minthe!" I cried as I jumped off the bed into her arms. She held me as she continued.

"You're not dead. Well, not forever. You're special like that." I looked up at her.

"How do you know? What's going on?"