She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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November 27th
There were now guards stationed at my door 24/7. Incase of an attack or any other inconvenience that could or would occur.
I knew that it would be Nats birthday tomorrow, as she had only come to visit me yesterday and couldn't stop being excited about everything. It was sweet really. Although I did wonder how she had convinced her brother to let her have this party after the attack not too long ago. I just assume that she used her innocent and sad girl routine that I've done to many a men before. Quite usually, it is an efficient technique. I also assume it works perfectly when used on a brother. Especially one that's as overbearing as Viktor. The stories I've heard about him and his protectiveness over his sister have made me laugh for hours.
I could constantly hear the guards heavy breathing, and occasional snoring. I always scoffed when I knew they were asleep. Some guards they were.
I hadn't gone outside since the incident. I was told it was because it was to dangerous. But that was only apart of the truth. Another part was that they didn't trust me. I don't blame them. I wouldn't trust me either.
I was still bored, but Nat still talked about me coming to the party tomorrow. I found it hard to not get excited and hope that she was right. Even though, deep down, I had a sinking feeling in my gut. It felt like it told me that I wasn't going to be aloud to go. I tried my best to ignore it.
I played with the knife that I had snuck in on the first day I got here. Sliding in between my fingers skilfully. Every part of myself wanted to hurl it at the wall and practice my target shooting. But I refrained only for the reason that holes in the wall would most likely look suspicious.
As I started to drift of into thoughts of nothing, I felt a small prick on my finger. "Merda"
It was only small and wasn't deep so I just waited for the pain to subside whilst I switched to playing with the other hand.
But as I did, I heard the lock being fiddled with. I quickly hid the knife inside the pillow case underneath all the others. And acted as if I was just sat here doing nothing.
"One of these times, someone is going to walk in on me naked." I complained.
"Don't tell the men that. They might get excited" Nat grinned at me. I couldn't help but feel happiness whenever I saw her.
"I bet they would." I rolled my eyes as I un-tensed my muscles. "What do you want then?" I laughed as I closed my eyes.
"I want to talk about the party tomorrow." Her eyes glistened with excitement at the thought of it.
"Specifically?" I'm pretty sure I had the smile of a toddler on Christmas plastered on my face.
"I know that I'm going to be the only person you know slash like at the party" she quickly laughed at her reference to my disdain for Viktor. "But I want you to have fun. Talk. Maybe make friends? You are going to be here a while by the looks of it."
