A Whisper

Chapter 8

I wake up not knowing where I am. I'm on the carpeted floor. The blankets are animate and wrapping around me. It binds my legs and my arms, I can't move. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound escapes. My lungs feel as if someone reached into my body and are squeezing all of the air out. I relax, this is only an attack. As my muscles relax, so do the blankets. I stand up and call for Mason. I am unable to make any sound, so I stand there and let tears fall down my cheeks. He appears in front of me. Mason runs to me and wipes my tears off of my cheeks. He embraces me and my lungs open back up.

            In a gasp I wake up. The attack took a lot out of me and I am left exhausted and dizzy. After every attack I know that it's only because of Mason that I am still breathing. The glare of the sunlight through the living room window practically blinds me. The aroma of bacon and pancakes fill the air. I can't comprehend how I get up, but I do as the draft of the scent of syrup guides me to the kitchen. My footsteps grow louder as I transition from the carpet onto the cold, wooden floor.  Mason turns to me, and the moment he sees me his face brighten up with his indescribable half smile. With the bacon sizzling, he takes it off of the stove and fixes me a plate. He slides across the counter landing right next to where I'm sitting and kisses my forehead. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." He makes loving him so easy.  "Morning, Prince Mason." Yet again my stomach is just about to eat my insides so I start to eat this delicious food that my Prince made. "Sleep well?" He asks. I swallow and reply, "Pretty well." I lie, but I don't complain, because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have woken up. "Ed went out to town, because we are out of eggs." That explains why he isn't here. "Where is Arabella?" He smiles, "She went to the library, she works there for a little extra money." That sounds lovely; being around books all day. I'm sure she loves it, because I would enjoy it. The smell of the paper. The rows of an unending supply of words stringed together to form a beautiful story. The feeling of being surrounded by stories and the lost words hidden inside the margins. "That sounds absolutely lovely!" He looks shocked, "You like books?" Well, I'm limited on the list of things I can do without letting the sunlight touch my delicate skin. "I love them. How long have you been awake?" He looks around the room as if he was scanning for something, "about an hour, I didn't want to wake you. When you sleep I realize why your parents named you Serenity; you look so peaceful." My parents! They don't know where I am! "Mason! Walk me home. I need to let my parent know I'm okay." He immediately got up and pulled one of his coats off of the coat rack next to the back door and grabbed another. He walked to me and put the coat on me. It was large on me, but it didn't matter because it smelt like him. "Time to meet your parents." He giggled. He felt more like a childhood friend than a stranger whom I just met a day ago.