Raison D'être

Escape Attempt

Anastasia

I woke up for the first time feeling refreshed. I don't know how long I slept, but the cool feel of the silk sheets garnered my attention. I am still alive.

Sitting up a little too quickly, I feel the blood rush to my head along with the memories of last night. Everything went as planned until he came. Just seeing a piece of Aurora was enough to set me over the edge. I remember being on that ledge, and a fragment of myself didn't want to die despite the pain. It didn't help when the beautiful man intervened. He saved me. Why? Why am I still alive? Although I am not a very religious person, I do believe God exists. Is this a sign? Shaking off my thoughts too complex to comprehend, I take in my surroundings.

Looking around the bedroom, it is bigger than my apartment but just as dark. This room is dark in a mysterious and luxurious kind of way, while my apartment was just dark because the building was run down. The bed I am laying on could fit about 5 people; why would someone need a bed so big? That I have no clue. Across the bed, is a tv mounted on the wall and a small bookshelf underneath. To my left, is a balcony, and just glancing out the huge window I can tell I am high up. The high ceiling makes me dizzy, so I squeeze my eyes to ease the tornado in my head, and my stomach growls. Getting off the bed, I feel the fabric of the rug under my feet. As I fix the side of the bed I ruined, I tuck in the sheets and fluff up the pillows. Wait, why am I doing this? Walking towards the door, my pants start to slip down my waist, going to pull them up I notice I am wearing what looks like men's clothes. They smell nice, but who dressed me? I cringe at the thought of the man dressing me, the last thing I would want to do is scar him after seeing my horrid body. After rolling up the waistband multiple times and pulling the drawstrings tight, I open the door and am faced with a small living area and across is french doors with tinted glass. Reaching what seems to be the main floor after the long staircase, I am in awe of the grand living room, but what catches my attention more is several men in suits having a conversation, not in English. Italian maybe?

Glancing past the men in the kitchen and still on the staircase, I see the foyer and the exit out of this place. Retreating my plan of leaving through the front, I decide on going back to the room I woke up in and go through the balcony. Although, the jump from the balcony is pretty tall... Walking back up the stairs, I was careful not to admire the palace for too long, when the thought of me accidentally dying from the jump off the balcony popped into my head. Thinking of how morbid I am, especially when I tried to kill myself last night I wince. Just as I am about to open the door to the room I woke up in, the french doors from the room across opens, and a familiar voice says, "you're awake."

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