Reina (ongoing)

2.

I have never been able to understand what other people might think when they look at me. Or just talk to me. Am I kind enough to persuade them to trust me? I am going to realize the state of our relationship when he acts. The problem is that I won't know when will it happen.

Faye and I are slowly get in the car, I take the passenger seat. These seats look luxurious and it almost feels like my seat is still warm.
I fasten the seatbelt.

"Where should I take you?"
The best would be to give him a fake address nearby. I know it but I am not able to think of any other places than my home right now.
Suddenly some strange smells start to flow in the air, it's like a drop of fresh nectar mixed with strawberry flavoured yoghurt. It's unusual and too sweet for the human nose.
With these confusing thoughts I silently faint.

I open my eyes. My head is buzzing and the lights are blinding me which is why everything seems so blurry. I am not certain how long was I unconscious. But this is not my fault, it must have been planned. I am not home and neither near the house.

"Reina Miller. You are under arrest for murder."
This situation reminds me of those movie scenes when one of the characters gets caught in a crime and then complains about how plain the room and uncomfortable the chair is. It is not the case here. These wealthy people must have paid millions to decorate this room only. I wonder what the other ones look like.

"My name is Faye Kim and I am going to lead your case starting tomorrow. Some people told me that there was no need for interrogation referring to a sentence; It's obvious that the one sitting in the room is the culprit herself."
How funny to hear it. They always say the same things. Unfortunately I was surprised that he brought me here. It could have been different.

"Even if you don't believe me I am truly curious about what brought you here. The answer is not me. It's something darker and I will be the one who reveals this secret thoroughly buried underneath our feet. So... please cooperate with me, Miss Miller." I notice that I am wearing a completely different dress from the earlier. It is a frilly skirt which I think looks cute but it cannot be compared to the one I chose for today in the morning. That was way darker and covered less skin.

"I do not desire to talk, not a word without my lawyer. Not to mention how hard you treat a lady who you just met with." Just once, I will play my cards according to the rules of the game he has set up. Let's see how it goes.

"I apologize if it was an unpleasant experience for you to get here, that was absolutely not my intention." Maybe I would even believe it if he didn't say it with such a bothersome grin.

"Let us continue this tomorrow since we have so much time to spend together anyway."

He guides me to my new bedroom which contains a bed, a table with a big chair, a carpet and an enormous painting. Crimson colour dominates as the whole place is filled with candy smelling flowers. I feel sick already.

"You are going to stay here until the sun rises."
It seems like I have no choice. They don't know me so why do they think that I'll be doing just fine here? Those towers of printed files filled with the data collected about me will not say a word that would be true.

"I am going to wake you up at five at dawn and the only thing you have to do is following my commands. Have a pleasant evening."

After saying that, he leaves the room without looking me in the eyes. His manners has completely changed. My allergies start to come out and I finally feel like I won't be in need of any sweets in my whole life.
While dying to drink a bottle of water  I surprisingly find something on the table.
It's a written letter which I am only going to read after focusing on the signature at the bottom of the weak paper.
It says 'Lloyd'. Who the fuck is 'Lloyd'? I'm sure he is not any of my friends.
The letter has four lines and is certainly a poem. A poem by a poet called Walter de la Mare.

Ever they watched it hovering near
That mystery 'yond thought to plumb,
Perchance sometimes in loathèd fear
They heard cold Danger whisper, Come!

Okay but what am I, a little scout hunting for some treasure? Or maybe Sherlock? If that's true, where is Watson? You know I really miss him right now.
I finally decide to grab a blank paper and a pen. I am not sure why a total stranger would write me but let's answer something. In the end the truth will be revealed. Not mine but Lloyd's.
I chose Sara Teasdale's thoughts.

The spirit eludes us,
Timid and free—
Can I ever know you
Or you know me?

I leave the letter on the desk and make a closer look at my bed. So close that I accidentally fall asleep. I am walking in a white hall and my body feels heavy. I guess this is a dream but I am unable to wake up. Uncomfortable and freezing.