Don't leave me alone. (A Six short story)-Parrlyn (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

So this is basically just a short book and it's not a serious one, it probably won't have many parts either. I'll say when it's the final chapter lol. Anyways, enjoy ig.

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(Anne's pov)

I wake up in a room. I'm not sure where exactly. I glance around, my eyes focusing on an oak dresser. I sit up slowly, trying to take in what's going on. I feel the silk duvet fall as I fully sit up. A shelf above the dresser, a matching oak desk with a pot of pens on it sits idly in the corner. I look at the window and the green curtains, the sun pouring though the glass. I swing my legs off my bed and look at the mint green wallpaper. I smell strawberries and look at a candle. It was coming from that. 

Slowly I move towards the dresser in which the candle is on. The floor creaks beneath me as I step. I look at the candle, the yellowish orange flame dancing around. I smile at the fire. I shut the curtains a little to reduce the amount of light in the room. I look to the door and see the letter 'B' painted in a metallic green. A 'B' for Boleyn I presume. Regardless I walk to the white door and turn the handle. There's a click and then the door swings open, I notice I also had a 'B' on the outside of my door. I softly make my way through the hallway which is coconut scented. A few other rooms lined the hallway with letters on. There was an 'A', mine (a 'B'), an 'S'. a 'C', a 'H' and finally a 'P'. I see the wooden staircase and walk towards it. I hear things downstairs and make my way towards the commotion. 

 As I step down the spiral staircase more of downstairs comes into view. I finish walking down and enter another room. A kitchen. I see a woman with her back turned to me, humming a song and making something with the oven. I presume she hears me as she turns round. The face. I realise who it is and close my eyes.
"How." Is the only word I can muster up. She sighs and I open my eyes. She walks towards me, placing the pan she was using to the side. I move backwards, keeping the same distance between us.
"How. Why?" I ask quietly. She stands still and looks at me.
"We were reincarnated." She tells me and I can feel my  jaw drop. I shuffle a little bit closer to my arch enemy and she smiles.
"Here. Let me show you what I mean." Catherine says to me. Catherine of Aragon.

She runs me through what things used in the modern day are.

-Time skip 2 months-

(Jane's pov)

I've just finished explaining to Cathy (Catherine Parr) why we're here, when Anne comes downstairs. She looks at me and Anna. I smile and she just looks back at her phone. 
"Anne, this is Cathy." I say and she looks up at her. She waves and goes round to the kitchen, presumably to grab a coffee. She makes a drink and then leaves, not acknowledging her cousin who is calling after her.
"That's Anne." I tell Cathy and pull her aside.
"She seems nice." She says to me and I nod.
"Well. Give her some space. Seen as she was...beheaded..." It still pains me to say those words. I still blame myself. Cathy nods and  I continue, "She's a little. Fine. Really insecure about her scar she has. She just needs time to get used to you and she'll be...as normal as she has been since reincarnation." Cathy slowly nods her head once more and sighs.
"The poor girl." Cathy then walks back into the living room and starts talking to her godmother. 

(Anne's pov)

I hear my door creak open and Kat walks in. She shuts the door behind her and smiles to me.
"Something about her catch your eye?" She asks and I look up from my sketchbook. I shrug my shoulders.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." I tell her and she giggles.
"You waved at her. She must do something to you for you to do that. That's the most social interaction you've had with anyone. Apart from me." She's right. All the other queens I've ignored. Since Kat's my baby cousin who was also beheaded, I feel comfortable speaking to her. She looks over my shoulder.
"What are you drawing?" She asks and I move my hand.
"Nothing in particular, just some doodles. Some eyes and stuff like that." Her mouth falls open.
"Uggggh why are you such a good drawer?" She asks again and I shrug my shoulders.
"Dunno." I say to her and she just smiles. I kiss her forehead. There's a knock at the door and Kat walks over to answer it. She opens it and steps outside to talk to whoever it is.

I hear muffled talking that sounds like Jane's. The only light source in my room is the window, but the curtains are closed, and my little desktop lamp, painted emerald green. Kat comes back into my room and places herself on my bed. 
"Jane came to say that dinners ready."  I nod and continue drawing. I could draw forever, I'll never get bored. There's so much to draw in the world as well. My phone has an image of a can on it, I glance over at it. Observing it's features and then put my head down and start drawing again. Small features like the lettering and where the sun hits it are crucial to the drawing to make it stand out. I sigh a sigh of relief as I finish the sketched outline. 
"Now that you've done that are you gonna come down and eat." I shrug my shoulders and work on fine lining. I fumble around in my open pencil case and pull out a black fine liner. I pop the cap off and the soft click makes me smile. The reference image still on my screen, I trace over the pencil lines. 

Kat pokes me on the back which, surprisingly, doesn't mess up my fine lining at all. 
"Annie c'mon. Food is more important." She tells me. I sigh and nod. She's right, food would be. I push away from my desk and switch the lamp off, the only light coming from my phone's  small screen. I pick my phone up and place my headphones in. I put some music on and walk down the stairs. Kat following behind.