Lingering Blood

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Chapter 2: Sitar

    I dreamt that I was walking in a strange, foggy place all alone. Out of the darkness, a man came up from behind me and put his hand over my mouth. But that's when I woke up. My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up in my bed. 

     My first thought was that my eyes were playing tricks on me. My memory came rushing back to me then. I'd almost forgotten that I came to the Bureau last night. I sat up in my bed for about 30 seconds. I got out of the bed, the sun was shining in the room, and it was hot out. The window was still open from the night before, so a little breeze came calmly in. I stretched and looked around the room and examined it better than last night, my stuff from the house was all gathered in one corner. 

    There was a little room off of my room, it was for washing or taking a bath. I went in there and washed up. I now smelled like flowers, the soap I use.

    I changed into different clothes, a normal dress that my father spent a lot on, and some laced shoes. I put some leggings on underneath the dress, I can't stand it when my legs have nothing tight on them with everything being open down there. 

    I found a necklace that I usually wear and tied around my neck; it was a diamond in a crystal sort of shape.

   After I had gotten all my clothes on, I went to the mirror across from the bed and combed my hair. My hair is dark brown, straight as can be, and goes down to about the mid-line of my back. It's sometimes a pain to comb it, I get the occasional knots and sometimes they are hard to get out. 

    I like to look pretty, especially if there are men wherever I go, so I put some black charcoal on my lashes. My former caretaker and tutor, Emma, usually helps me get ready in the morning, but now father says that she doesn't need to anymore. She still comes and visits and talks to me about things, she taught me how to read and write when I was ten. But I don't usually see her anymore.

    When I was done getting ready I looked in the mirror and those big blue eyes starred back at me, asking me why am I  here. I tapped my fingers on the dresser and looked down from the mirror. 

    But there was something missing. 

    I ran to the door, opened it and went out. No one was in the hall. I went to my fathers room and tried to open the door but it was locked. I then jogged to the end of the hall and turned left to the big hall and ran down the stairs. Two men in white were at the bottom of the stairs. One of them looked at me as he heard me coming.

    "Good day Columba, is there anything you need? And must I say you are looking extraordinary today." He said. 

    The other one turned around and added, "She does so everyday." 

    It made me blush a little but I was in a hurry, they are all always very kind to me, "Where is my father?" I asked, not really stopping.

    "He is in the study..." I jogged past him before he could finish whatever he was going to say. I entered the huge study, just walls and walls of books can really describe it. Way in the back was my father. I ran to his desk.

    " Father did..." I looked down on his lap and there was Ginger.

    He looked up from his book, "Hmm? What is it my beautiful flower?" He asked and he saw that I was staring at his lap. "Oh." He looked down at the cat. "Ginger was brought here last night with the rest of your stuff, don't worry I've been watching over him. But here you go." He picked up the cat and handed him to me. Ginger was my real only friend, and 3 years old, I don't know what I would do without him. He was a yellow-orange cat.