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Chapter Thirteen... I wished I can run as fast as Flash.
'' Sam...'' a disembodied voice, whispered beside my ear. The cosiness of my bed, pulled me to sleep, making me to ignore the voice. But then the voice kept on calling my name over and over again. Hey, I am having a good slumber here, so don't disturb me!
'' Sam...''
'' Shoo! Shoo! Go eat your dinner at the kitchen, Choco!'' I waved my hand frantically to the direction of my kitchen. Okay, I really thought that the voice belongs to Choco. Why did I think like that? Because I was having an old recurring dream about a german shepherd that I longed to adopt but then my parents disregard me keeping any dog due to my irresponsible behaviour. In that dream, the german shepherd which I named Choco was running with me in the woods, away from a huge monster.
'' Sam...'' the voice said, destructing my slumber.
'' Choco, your food is at the kitchen not here!'' I mumbled underneath my cosy pillow. Gosh, it is damn warm and perfect for me to leave my bed or even moved an inch away from it. The sweet smell of lavender on my bedsheet was really pleasing to my nose. The more I sniffed in the smell, the more dizzy like a wonderland I felt.
'' My food is here!'' The voice replied with an overtone of entertainment.
'' Then go eat it and stop disturbing me!'' I muttered under my bedsheets before snuggling even deeper in my bed to sniff in more of those pleasing lavender scent. ' I really miss you bed!' I mentally thought to myself with a smile and remembered how uncomfortable the bed in the hospital was like.
[ Five minutes of silence ] ....
'' You are my food!'' The voice stated.
My eyelids instantly went wide opened and my mind immediately changed from sleepy mode to martial art mode. My eyeball nearly went out of my eye socket. My heart was thumping so hard against my ribcage that it can jumped out of it any time.
That was when I felt a heavy mass settling down at the edge of my bed, giving a small lift towards my body. The mass started increasing and getting heavier in a slow way, lifting me higher and higher each time.
The hair on the back of my neck started rising up and I could feel a foreign heat radiating off from somebody. That heat kept getting warmer and warmer that it made me pulled my bedsheet tighter between my grips. Cold sweat slowly rolled down my jawline. I squeezed my eyes shut, making myself to believe that it was just a nightmare that will soon disappear. But I was wrong.
So the thing that kept calling my name wasn't Choco after all. A guy. Not Choco. And since when did I adopt Choco? And how is it possible that Choco could speak? Damn, my sleep must have been those good slumber.
'' You. Are. My. Food,'' the husky voice repeated again, emphasizing each and every word cheekily like a pervert. In my mind, I could depict the scene that he was beaming from ear to ear which made me mad, thinking about how proud he must have felt to make me feel scared like a small child.
Being the tomboy that I am, I dared myself to twirl my head around, only to see a guy wearing a white mask that people wore during a masquerade ball gown. That mask had a delicate golden linings with glitters decorating it, making it to look more significant than any other masquerade mask I had ever seen. It had that golden stripe that formed an leaf shape on both sides of the mask. Not a normal leaf but an artificial leaf design.
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