paintings on the walls (just dance story)

7.

-third person-

as joanna was pulled into the wall, all she could see was darkness. was it nighttime already? did the rest of the group leave and went back to the convent? blood rushed through her head as she dizzily sat up to adjust her surroundings. it looked like she was in a nineteenth century manor or a church, due to the mosaic windows. reminds me of the school. she thought. pulling out a lighter and grabbing a candle, she lit the candle and started walking slowly down the hall.

as she continued walking, she heard thunder boom, causing the manor to shake and her to lose her balance. she hated thunderstorms ever since she was little and she still didn't like them now. picking herself back up, she lit the candle again and started walking faster; her heels clicking. she was walking so fast that she accidentally jammed her knee into a sharp weapon; blood trickling from the wound. she hissed in pain.

ouch! she thought as she fell on the floor, looking at the sharp weapon that had pierced her knee; it looked like a small deer antler or a knife. she tried to pull it out, but it was no use. she later heard footsteps walking towards her direction. she expected to see a satanic force that would kill her, but instead, she was face to face with a young man with curly blond hair; he had a pair of red reading glasses on his face and wore an elegance prince-like outfit. he extended his hand out for her while holding a candlelight. it was nobody than benjamin himself.

"are you alright, dear?" benjamin said to joanna, who was clutching her bleeding knee. that voice...she realized that he was that man who pulled her to the walls. is he going to kill me?

"joanna, i promise i'm not going to hurt you." he said, bending down to help the scared girl up to her feet. she was now able to use her voice.

"how did you know my name?" she asked the man, who wrapped a protective arm around her waist.

"we'll talk about that later. right now, you need to patch that wound up."

the man laid joanna on the couch, grabbed a first aid kit from the closet, and began to clean up her wound. he was able to pull the weapon out of her knee— which was a small knife that pierre accidentally left out when he got drunk. he muttered under his breath.

"damn pierre."

after a few seconds passed, benjamin patched joanna's wound up. thunder still roared outside as she tossed and turned on the couch, trying to go to sleep. benjamin covered her with a blanket and caressed her hair.

throughout the night, he stayed by her side and made sure that she wasn't scared from the thunderstorm.