Missing rose

Who is that woman?

 I woke up to find myself in a house filled with a fireplace with dark woodend walls, chocolate colored floor, whitened by dust. This place had spiderwebs on the corner of  one of the walls and this place had a little bit of a foul odor inside. " I see you're finally awake," a feminine voice said. I turned my head to the side to see a woman knitting in a rocking chair. I squinted my eyes at her. " W-Who are you?," i asked. She stayed silent for a moment but kept rocking back and forth, knitting in her chair. She put the object down on the table beside her and stood up. She walked towards a bigger table and grabbed a bowl. " Are you hungry?," she asked. " I made beef stew," she said, handing me the bowl. I looked down at the bowl and swallowed. " Uh...n-no ma'am, you don't have to give me this," I said. She chuckled a little. " Don't worry, it's not an offer," she said. She turned around and went back to her chair and sat down. I looked at the bowl and decided to at least drink it. The taste was hot and warm at the same time. The beef was chewy and the vegetables was cooked with the beef. I could tell because the beef and the vegetables had the same texture that was involving with the soup.

Once it was the last drop i took a deep breath and laid the bowl down in my lap. " Thank you Mrs?," Luiza," she said. " You can call me Luiza," she said, making sure it's clear. " Thanks for the soup Mrs Luiza," i said, giving her a small smile. " Don't get to comfortable here," a male voice said. I followed that voice until i reached a man, polishing the silver on his shotgun. " You're an outsider so wherever you came from you're just as much as a mince meat for those monsters up there like us," he darkly said. " For goodness sake Lulian," Mrs Luiza said, standing up from her rocking chair. " Don't scare the poor child," she said. " Who cares what she's afraid of? She's nothing but an outsider, who knows what people like her is capable of," he said, giving her a sharp glare. " Outsider or not she is our guest," she scolded back. " Why won't you go out and search for more wood?," she asked. He was quiet for a moment until she twitched a little. "  NOW Lulian!," she shouted. He gave me one last glare before leaving. Once he left she sighed and sat down at the end of the couch i was supposedly sleeping on. " I'm sorry about that, he just isn't used to seeing outsiders here, where did you come from?," she softly asked. " Um i came from a small village far from here," I said. " I was on my way home until me and....Chris had a crash," i said, trying to remember anything at all. All i could remember was having a crash and for some reason i couldn't remember anything else. As i sat there, trying to remember i shook my head and changed the subject. 

" I see you like to sew," i said, looking at a ball of black yarn sitting on the table. She looked at the ball of yarn right along with me. " I have a company so i kinda sew myself," i said, trying to give her a small smile. She sighed and stood up. " It's ok if you don't want to talk about what happened  that faithful night, just thank Mother Miranda that we found you, otherwise you'll be still out there in the freezing cold," she said, grabbing the ball of yarn. Once she grabbed the yarn she walked towards a basket filled with the materials.

 As i watched the curiosity gotten the better of me to ask" Who's Mother Miranda?," i asked.  " Well she's the one who gave us this village, she's the one we pray to, she's the one who showered us with her grace and protection," she said, looking up at an old cumbled painting of a woman with a crown with a moon attached to it. Just by looking at that painting something hit me. I slightly tilted my head at that woman, where have i saw her before? Mrs Luiza snapped me out of my thought as she gave me the yarn and the tools. " But ever since the incident she gave up on us, now we are forced to survive," she said. " That's why it's best you stay here with us with no option to leave whatsoever ," she said, looking down. " Here's the yarn," she said. " Thank you," i softly said, taking the object out of her hand. She sighed in response and sat back down in her rocking chair. As i was sewing that thought still stayed inside me. Who is that woman? Do i know her? Have we ever met?  I didn't know where i was or how i got here but whatever happened it's the reason i am here. As i kept sewing i was quick. I stopped and halfway finished the sweater. That thought just still roamed in me. I kept thinking until everything went black...

Alright that's all for right now i hope you like and i'll write on the weekends see ya :)