Survive The Dark

Room

My eyes snap open.

It was so sudden that I winced from the bright light that shined at my eyes. I sit up and begin to breath slowly to try and calm my racing heart. Cold sweat sat on my forehead as I look around trying to see where I was.

It was just a dream.

I was not in a dark world of complete black or at my memorial, I was at.....home?
I was never great at retrieving my memories when they were lost. Whenever I wake up I am usually utterly confused. I wouldn't remember my name, location, or even past memories. They didn't bother me though, they usually returned to me in small fragments mending my thoughts and wisdom back to one whole biography of my life.

The only thing I remembered was to remember not to forget.

I look around. My current room had an odd lighting to it. It was a softened light, natural light from the sun. The light was a fluffy pink. The type of pink you'd see on a ballerinas tutu.

I rolled in my thick bed sheets that wrapped around me embracing me giving me warmth. I then groan as I try to break free from the troubling sheets. Suddenly, I fall off my bed....I assumed it was my bed. I fall landing on my arm as I wince and begin to shake the covers off me. This was when I discovered that it was freezing. It felt like the heater had broken and the inside would be just as cold as the outside.

Shivering, I stand up and turn to look at my surroundings. The bed I was on was now disheveled due to my earlier incident. The frame was brass....it looked like brass at least. There was small detailing on the head of the bed and the foot also. I then begin to run my hands down the framing as I look some more.

There was nothing special about the room. Frankly, I find the bed detailing more interesting than anything. I see a standard closet, wooden dresser, standing mirror, two windows and a bookcase that was crowded with novels, trophies, and other small knickknacks. Sure, the windows were a bit different. The curtains were shielding me from the harsh light. They were, you guessed right, pink.

I then turn to the door and my eyebrows raise tugging my face up along with it. The door was covered in wooden planks that had been nailed down. It seemed as if someone had rushed at this job, so I assumed that I was in trouble.

Walking towards the mirror, curious, I look at myself. I looked....odd. My hair was grey.....no not grey.....teal? It was an odd color mixed between grey and blue. It was long and it went up to my chest. I was faire......too faire for my current liking. I wasn't pale.....but I was faire....with a touch of peach. Most likely to confirm to people that I am alive.

My eyes were grey. To me, I looked dull. My lips were small but full. They were lush. It was the only thing that stood out to me. I wore a dark blue shirt, ripped jeans, combat boots, and even....well.....dirt and dust. This really threw me off.

I'd assume I wasn't a slob...or was I?

I then hear a loud, ear piercing scream.