Promise To Meet Me Home

Sam, I don't think this is a dream...

PS. Chapter Word Count: 1958

PSS. Though I am still yet to have a single reader besides myself- we continuing.

When Sam opened her eyes, she couldn't quite remember what may or may not have recently happened. She awoke on a soft bed, in a place where the AC was just right (there wasn't any air conditioning for several miles), and she could only assume she might have spent the night at a friend's place or something.

Until she remembered she didn't.

She was camping. She was lost. She was probably going to die in the woods!

Shooting herself upwards and glancing around did not help her morning nausea in the slightest. In fact, the room before her only made her feel sick to her stomach.

All around her was what could only be described as... a traditional witch's hut with some creative flair. It looked all wooden, herbs littered the walls, and Sam highly doubted there was anyway to possibly get any technology made within the past three centuries to work. Still, it was oddly colorful with pastel curtains and colorful, modern-esc art, there was a fluffy rug, and even the bed she was currently sitting on was soft and modern.

It would be a very pretty room if it weren't for the fact Sam was freaking out with no clue as to where she was.

Maybe, if she was actually on private property or something, the owner of the land found her and took her in. With any luck, he was caring for her and he planned to tell her where camp was! That would be really lucky.

Still, a nagging feeling in the pit of the blonde's stomach told her she wasn't leaving anytime soon. Maybe it had something to do with the ominous humming from just outside the plain white door.

Still to tired to process the fact that she probably wasn't alone, Sam listened to the soft tune. It went up several times before taking a huge leap down- it didn't sound like a song she'd ever heard. Though, she began to realize this sound probably meant she wasn't alone so...

"Hello?" She called, hoping to get some answers.

The humming stopped. It stopped abruptly, as if it was never there or her disoriented mind imagined it. Sam was to focused on the boring, silent door that she didn't realize a figure appear behind her.

Though, she did let out a blood curdling scream when she felt a pair of arms rap around her. "Sam! You-You're awake, you're here!" A young, male voice exclaimed over her shoulder.

That was a lot to process. This guy was a kid, he knew her name, he appeared out of literally nowhere. Like, unless she was sleeping on him earlier there was no way he could've gotten behind her without drawing any attention...

"I- I'm sorry?" She squeaked, implying her need for the younger boy to elaborate.

Still, the kid apparently didn't understand for his happy reply was a simple, "Hey, it's okay! It took you a while but that's nothing to apologize for!" He moved to sit facing her.

"That's n-not what I-"

"But, you're here now! Finally, after all these years, you're here-" He continued, cutting her off.

Trying again, Sam asked, "Who are y-"

"Do you like you're room? Made it just for you-"

"Are you stalking me-"

"Trust me, you'll love it here! I made us the perfect place! Made not find-"

"Wh-What are you-"