Lucky's (Mis)Fortune (MXMXMXM)

Lucky's (Mis)Fortune: CHAPTER SIX

I flutter my eyes open, conscious that I just woke up from a deep sleep. My eyes hurt and when I look down at the palms of my hands, I see red marks on them. I could tell that they had bled a little which was only further seen when I observed that there was some blood between my fingernails.

For a second, I couldn't remember where I was as I looked around the foreign space. From the window, which was letting in the moonlight, to the door which was slightly ajar. Until all at once, everything hit me; the gunshots, Mr. Lewis, the boy, my panic attack... the person that held me. I shudder a little at the memories before warily looking around once again.

I was debating whether to stay in this room or if I should get out until my eyes landed on the moon, letting me know that it was no time to be wandering outside. With a sigh, I drop myself back down onto the bed and close my eyes, putting one arm on top of them to block my vision.

My dream--or rather my memories--flash before my eyes and I will my tears stay in my eyes as I swallow the lump in my throat. I was fine. I had been for years but then... right.

There were gunshots here.

Suddenly, I sit up on the bed before planting my feet on the floor and rushing outside. I needed to see if everyone was okay. I needed to.

When I got down the stairs, I realized my mistake. This place is unknown to me. I don't know anyone here, either.

I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath.

I'm not seventeen anymore and these people are not my family.

With that thought, I turn around only to have my breath hitch. "Mis- Mister Sa- Sawyer." I was trembling and I was a stuttering mess but these were the least of my concerns right now.

"I heard some footsteps and decided I should check. Is everything okay Mr. Anderson?" He says nonchalantly, looking at me judgingly. He didn't have the smug demeanor from the previous day, he just showed no emotion. It made me wonder if I had done something wrong but I didn't dwell on it for long.

I nod. "I- I'm sorry." God, why was I stuttering so much? That had stopped by the time I was 14 and only returned when I was extremely nervous. Like now, I guess.

He raises an eyebrow. I expect him to say something but nothing comes until moments later. "I'll escort you back to your room," he finally says, an arm extended to the direction I came from.

"Isn't the service wing over there?" I question, pointing a finger towards the left. Mr. Lewis had shown me my room before I came back. Now that I thought back, the room I had woken up in was at least one-third bigger. Maybe even twice the size.

"You will be taken to your permanent toom tomorrow. We thought it was best for you to recover somewhere closer, where everyone would be able to keep an eye on you."

Slowly, I nod my head in understanding.

I wasn't understanding at all.

It was unnecessary to be brought to a different wing but, of course, I chose to remain silent.

Once again, the man gestures to the right hallway, and this time, I nod before following.

The silence was so loud. There wasn't a single noise coming from anywhere; not even our steps made any sound as our feet pressed on the ground. "Why were there gunshots?" I question, finally remembering what I was even doing outside the comfort of the room.

The thick tension quickly seeps in.

I see it. The way that he tenses for a second. Perhaps less.

As for me, I can feel bile ride up my throat at the thought of those disturbing sounds, I think I even shivered a little. "I'll explain tomorrow," he says plainly yet elegantly and professionally as he points at the door which I assume was the one I stepped out of earlier. I wouldn't know for sure. Each hall and each door looked the same as the one before. "Goodnight, Mr. Anderson."