Savior

Chapter 2: Lost

Jester's POV

I woke up to a start from my dream and i sat up. A mistake. the sharp pain from my aching legs and hands and especially from my stomach emerge like a fire and burnt my wounds.I clench my teeth and fists together in reflex and I soon realized that i was in a warm bed and the sun greeted with me with a smile, i was not in that 'room' anymore.

I smelt the fragrant smell of food and the sound of somebody working in the kitchen, ignoring that,  as i take the opportunity to check my body to realized that my stomach had bandages all over and the rest of my wounds were already taken care of, i checked the date, it was 25th of December, it was the day that i had my first scar as my present at my lower abdomen and entered the 'prison' 7 years ago... I was in my own thoughts until the owner of this bed came to open the door.

"Hi Stranger, i made you some breakfast."  I immediately stare her down, in full alert and i thought that she was an assassin out to come take me back and then it hit me that my father was no longer alive and i had no reason to kill everyone i thought was a threat.

My voice was raw, i couldn't speak but i soften my eyes and gestured with my hands that i need to drink. She figured that out before she came in and pass me the mug of water from her hands as i took all of the water in, ignoring the obvious pains from my wounds i clench my teeth.

"The doctor said that you will heal in about a month and it was a miracle that you survived 3 bullets barely missing your lungs, you should be glad you are still alive. You can stay here in the mean time until your wounds are healed"

I lift the empty cup from my hands and sat up to return it.

I stared at the girl infront of me, studying her features on her face.

I noticed some of the details besides her soft edged face.

She stood 1.62m or taller standing beside me and had a graceful smile on her face, that looks so practiced that seemed like she was made to look a little polite and of high social standings. She had pined honey-brown wavy hair that looks extremely complex and could take hours to trim while mine was a complete flat brown-black because I dyed it to camouflage it with the dark rooms I was brought to for my trainings by my father.

I shiver at the thought.

"Um. Can I at least know that you can talk to people? I must have let you felt uncomfortable." She shift her legs and was ready to leave until I stop her.

"N..No wait." My voice still came out sore and rusty from not using it. The vibrations from my throat irritated my stiff position. Her deep yet dull eyes tells me another story but I noticed that the owner stops.

"W-Why." I stumble with my words from my mouth, making me look vulnerable and less 'bad-ass'.
I mean who the heck will just let a stranger who collasped out of nowhere into one's house!

"It's Christmas" the female told me bluntly like I just asked her what cheese was.

A/N: sorry guys I couldn't update this on the same date but I promise I will do more and try to edit by myself*cries*
And to everybody.
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!! (Throws homework across the room)