One morning Andy, a kook, wakes up and finds herself in a unfamiliar place. She finds herself entangled in a mystery, people are keeping things from her and she is determined to find out what. But what happens when she realizes that while uncovering...
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I awoke from my dazed sleep to the sound of muffled talking that came from the room next to me. Annoyed, I violently rolled over and covered my face with the bedding in an attempt to block out the sun which was pouring through the windows. Comfortable in my new spot, I took a deep breath before letting out a large yawn. I felt like death, this was a consequence from the night before; today was going to be a rough one.
I was in the middle of processing my nasty hangover when my brain finally started to work again. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was wrapped in an unfamiliar blanket. Panic set in as I inhaled the scent of weed and axe body spray. This was not my house and it was most definitely not my room.
I frenziedly ripped the bedding off of me and stood straight up. I looked at the room around me to see if I could get any clue as to where I was. I whirled my head back and forth as a studied the room. The hysteria had my stomach tossing and turning; I felt like throwing up and not because of the hangover.
I could definitely tell I was in a boy's room based on the minimal decor and the masculine odors that radiated around me. The walls were wooden with a dark undertone which made the room seem smaller than it actually was. In the corner of the room stood a very messy desk. It had a globe of the world placed on it and papers were scattered everywhere--mainly just old journals and maps.
My chest rose up and down frantically, my breath was uneven and rapid, and my mind was foggy as realization set in; I had no clue where I was. After the initial panic, my brain started functioning again and I concluded that I was somewhere on the Cut. This was worrisome because I didn't know anyone from the cut. Hell, I barely knew anyone from figure eight!
My attention then turned to the muffled voices from the other room. I quietly tiptoed to the door and pressed my ear against it, I could barely hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat. Still, I pressed on, and from what I could comprehend there were two voices--one guy and one girl.
I slowly backed away from the wooden door that stood between me and the unknown people. I bit my lip and thought about what the fuck I should do. I tapped my finger against my chin as I silently paced. My mind started racing with all the possible actions I could take: I could jump out the window? I could just run out of the house without looking back? I could stop being a little bitch and just go outside the room? So many options
My thoughts of hysteria were interrupted as I heard footsteps approaching the door. My eyes widened in fear and I swear my heart skipped a beat. With no time to think, I jumped back onto the bed and threw the covers over me. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned to face away from the entrance. It felt like I was playing hid and seek because I was trying desperately to slow my heavy breathing, but of course, it wasn't working.
The door creaked open and I felt the presence of someone walking near me. I brought the blanket closer to my chest, somehow thinking it would shield me. I kept my eyes squeezed shut and hoped that whoever was there would just think I was still sleeping and leave.
The weight of the bed shifted, indicating that someone sat down on the edge "Andy, I know you're not sleeping", a feminine voice teased. My ears perked up because I recognized her voice, I just didn't know from where.
I lifted my head and turned my body to face her--it was Kiara! Oh, thank god! I had never been so relieved in my life.
For some context, I knew Kie from school--we were partners in Chemistry. We always got along and she helped me out a lot in that class; if it weren't for her I wouldn't have passed. She was super sweet but we weren't exactly friends? We were like school friends but never hung out OUTSIDE of school.
I let out a chuckled sigh, "Dude you scared the shit out of me" I dramatically placed my hand on my chest to show her my past fear. I didn't even notice that my hands were still shaking a little.
She laughed at my gesture and threw me a change of clothes "Here I think these will fit you! Get changed and come out after you're done"
She stood up and gracefully walked to the door.
"Wait Kie!" I said, a little more urgently than I would have liked "Where are we?"
She placed her hand on the handle of the door and rolled her eyes sarcastically "You're at the Chateau" She giggled, closing the door behind her.
What the fuck. How was I supposed to know whatever the hell the "Chateau" was? Still extremely confused, I looked at the clothes that she threw at me: Nike spandex and an oversized Beatles T-shirt. I didn't know much about Kie, but I did know that this was definitely not her house. She was a kook who lived on figure eight like me, so whose house was I in? On top of that, I was also wondering how the hell I even got here.
I slipped the black spandex over my ankles but struggled to get them on. Grabbing the waistband with my two hands, I jumped trying to squeeze them over my ass. I hoped that I wasn't being too loud; the floors were squeaky and I was still hungover so every sound was amplified. I pulled the shirt over my head and took a good long look in the mirror. I almost scared myself because I could barely recognize my own reflection. My mascara was smudged under my eyes and my hair was knotted so bad I looked like a monster.
I grunted and attempted to put my hair in a messy bun--let me tell ya, it was not cute. I decided to use the shirt that I was wearing yesterday to wipe the mascara from under my eyes. This was definitely my lowest of lows.
I walked over to the window to see if I could spot any recognizable scenery. I don't know why I thought I would be able to do this because I had never been on this side of the island before.
Peering through the dirty windows, I saw a large tree with a hammock hanging from its bark. The tree was absolutely beautiful and based on its size, it must have been old. I could practically hear the humming of the bugs throughout the marsh through the decaying walls-- the view was absolutely stunning. I smiled and turned my attention back to the desk filled with cluttered papers. My fingertips brushed over the surface of the old maps and journals, tempting me to pick one up.
My gaze fell on an old map of Kildare island. I picked it up and brushed the dust off, narrowing my eyes to examine it. It was weird because it was all marked up with red and blue pens. Places were circled with question marks and strange symbols were drawn such as a wheat bundle? Interesting. I have always been into history but all these drawing were foreign to me.
A wave of panic overtook me as I heard the door begin to open. Quickly I set the map back down on the desk and spun around, the palms of my hands resting behind me on the desk. My eyes widened and I smiled. I looked like an idiot with this stupid grin plastered all over my face; I was trying not to look suspicious even though I definitely did.
"You comin'?" Kie asked as she leaned on the doorframe. I don't think she saw anything odd about my posture, thank god for that.
I smiled and pushed my weight off the desk and started walking toward her.
"ummmmmm yeah!" I grinned, "Just looking out at the marsh!"
Idiot. If I were her, I definitely would have thought I was snooping because of my failed attempt at a coverup. At that last sentence, my voice went up like 10 octaves but apparently, she didn't notice.
