His Story {Tom Riddle}

Chapter 3

A ray of sun falling on my bare legs wakes me up. I must have turned and twisted a lot during the night because the covers are completely dishevelled. I stretch my entire body in the bed, eyes still closed, enjoying the warmth of the first rays of the day. The silk feels incredible running against my skin. 

Wait, the 'silk'? 

I usually wear an oversized t-shirt and pyjama pants to bed. Why are my legs even bare? 

I open my eyes wide and sit up. This is not my room. 

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck. 

Did I get drugged last night? Did I get raped and kidnapped? Am I in someone's little silky-nightgown-twisted game? 

I look around me, it's a dormitory. Shit. The guy is actually an expert at sequestrating people. Well, I guess it had to happen sometime... (what am I saying???? I'm going insane). 

The beds are half empty, half filled with girls about my age, wearing the same kind of nightwear. Some of them have rolls in their hair and cold cream on their face, just like you see in old films, or TV shows. 

Everything is wooden: the walls, the floors, the bed. The room is circular, and at the centre stands a heating stove, for which I am already grateful because it is freezing in here. I gather some covers, made of some smooth navy wool, threaded with soft little silver undertones. 

I tilt my head to my left. The room is surrounded by windows which fill it with sunlight. Looking up, I notice that the ceiling is reflects the rays of sun, like a silver pool of light. It takes my breath away: it's actually quite astounding. I keep staring at the dancing waves of light on the ceiling and get more and more entranced by their charm and their... magic. This doesn't seem real. 

'Cleo? Would you please wake up and start get ready now?' a voice on my right suddenly arises. 

I stare at this sixteen years-old girl, looking down at me in her golden, champagne-coloured nightgown perfectly embracing the shape of her body. She's absolutely stunning. Her soft blond hair falls down on her shoulders and past her chest, still messy from her night. Her face is quite sharp, her jaw is pronounced and her eyebrows are so perfectly shaped they seem to be pointing directly to my insecurities. Yet her delicate pale skin, her immense brown eyes and a nascent cocky smile on her plump lips give her this intense, irresistible charm. My jaw drops, she's so pretty. Who is she? And how the fuck does she know my name? 

'I'm sorry, who are you?' I frown. 

She assesses my facial expression. I must look so silly right now. But her smile widens, and she starts chuckling. The sound of her laugh is melodious and I must stop myself from getting lost in her eyes. Remember where you are, Cleo. Or rather, where you're not? That's right. 

Fuck, I miss my bed. 

'We really don't have time for this, we already almost got a detention last week...' the girl says. 

I am speechless. Although it does sound like me to be late for class, I have never seen this girl in my entire life. But she seems to know me! This can't be real, it's a fucking nightmare. I start hyperventilating, my breath catches in my chest. A sharp, high pitched ringing starts echoing in my ears. Colours start fading and my head suddenly feels heavier. 

This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real. 

I struggle to keep my eyes open, but I can still see the girl's smile wash away as her eyes grow with worry. 

I blink, and suddenly I am on the floor in what seems to be a bathroom. The blond girl is holding my legs above my head, trying to bring blood back into my (definitely crazy) brain.