𝒜 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℋℯ𝓇 ℳ𝒶ℯ𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ {EDITING}

Chapter 7: Outcast

Kelsey's POV:

I feel it again...

That warm, gentle touch...

The last time I felt it was on the night when I searched my whole house and I received that beautiful rose. And when I had the dream on the first night after arriving here. But of course, when I woke up, I didn't see anyone there.

And since I can sense this person isn't dangerous, I didn't want it to stop. But their hand was on the cheek that had the bandaged scratch mark on it, and I really do want to see who it is.

Could it be the Maestro?!

Ever so slowly, I open my eyes, ready to face this mysterious man, but my heart pounds and nearly stops when I see a dark hooded figure leaning over me, watching me through his hood that's hiding his face. Plus, I can barely see since it was so dark in the room.

I let out a loud gasp, and I watch as the hand pulls away from the side of my face and the person flies backwards across the room until their back hits the wall next to the doorframe. And I mean, that the person literally flew back. And was so fast, too.

I shoot straight up on my bed, staring at the dark figure, my heart racing like crazy.

Is it him?

But I couldn't tell since he was trying to hide his face from me, tugging down on the hood that I could see his—from what I can make out—big hands.

"A-Are you—" I begin, but I gasp again when he suddenly runs out of the room, and I listen to his frantic footsteps darting down the hallway.

"Wait!" I put my slippers on and chase after him, hearing the backdoor open and slam shut. I run back to my room to grab my raincoat and put it on and ditch my slippers and put on a pair of my old sneakers.

That's when I subconsciously look over at my mirror and my eyes land on the slip-on dress I was wearing.

This is something I don't remember getting, let alone knowing that it was even in my closet. It was a long pearly white dress with spaghetti straps and soft polyester fabric, the color almost matching my hair. The skirt of the dress was really flowy and easy for me to walk and dance in.

And it was a very pretty dress, I may add.

I smile softly as I spin around, giggling softly.

Hello! Wake up! Snap out of it, he's getting away! My consciousness practically yells at me, and I quickly return to reality as I throw on my raincoat and run down the hallway and down the staircase, with Shadow following behind me.

He stops near the entrance of the kitchen as I run to the backdoor where I heard the Maestro—at least, I'm betting that it was him—run out.

I open the door after realizing that he probably unlocked it, and run outside after I turn on the porch light and grab my flashlight. The heavy rain was starting to light up a little, but it was still pouring.

I run off the back porch and turn the flashlight on, looking around the backyard and the empty garden which I'm planning on growing my own flowers and vegetables in next Spring, Pat was going to help me with that and give me some good advice to having a nice garden and the best way to take care of it.

I walk over to the fence and point the light towards the empty field of grass leading towards the entrance of the dark woods.

"Hello?" I call out, staring at the pitch blackness of the abyss through the trees. "M-M-Mr. Maestro? I didn't mean to scare you. Please forgive me. I just want to see you. A-And...talk to you, because,... I know what it feels like to be alone and mistreated by people. I've been living like that all my life. Wherever you are, g-goodnight."