To Lose Your Sanity

His Castle in the Woods

Riele

I don't feel anything right now. Maybe I am in between life and death, who knows? But I don't get what is going on, everything is black. Am I dead? So, is this how death feels? It doesn't hurt at all, and I feel lightheaded. Ahh...I'm really resting in peace. 

But suddenly I hear the jerk Norman's voice. "Are you awake? Babe!", why won't this jerk leave me alone even when I'm dead? Why is his voice in my head right now? 

Then I feel someone shake me violently. I finally get up. Light floods into my eyes with no mercy, this must be heaven. The light though, as if not favoring me disappears and shows jerk Norman's face. I hate him so much that I must be dreaming. But he is still shaking me. "What do you want?! Do you just want to make my life worse? Huh? Couldn't you pick anybody else in this city to ruin? You even show up in my dreams now?!" I whisper-yell because I still feel the acute pain in my head. I hate this. I hate him. I hate everything. I hate it.

"Riele, you are not dreaming, I'm right here, you really don't care about me, do you? It is not hard for you to say bad things about me, right?" He is making as if we are a couple who are about to break up over the last ice cream scoop lying in the fridge. Wow. He really is a great actor. "Have you considered being an actor?" I blurt out, amused by his silly pretense.

"No not really, why?" He is giving me an angelic smile, I haven't even been kidnapped by him for long, but I'm already feeling the Stockholm catching up with me. I must have gone crazy. I'm not even sure if I'm on drugs right now, am I? "Oh nothing" I hiccup. "I'm thirsty" I say, almost relaxed and carefree as if I don't know that I've just been kidnapped by some hot guy with nice hair. I'm surprised by my own indifference. I'm really a champion.

"Call me sir", he says, he is way too composed to say something that stupid. But I decide to avoid arguments and being sassy. "Sir, please get me a bit of water" I almost smile, I must really have gone crazy. "Okay, stay here, let me get it for you", He is almost nice. He leaves the room and I start to take in my surroundings.

This room is painted in an ash grey with almost no furniture in it. It only consists of four walls, a bed, a dresser and three doors aligned on one wall. I walk to them and open each one, pocking my small head through them. One is a walk-In closet, the other a spacious bathroom and the last one, leads you out of the room into the living room. Both the closet and the bathroom are spacious but look like vacuums as if they had never been used or as if the house was just bought. 

"I've never used this guestroom before", Jace is standing in the doorway that leads to the living room with a blue-black bottle. And what's up with him knowing exactly what I am thinking, is he psychic? Oh My Gosh, witchcraft. "I'm not psychic, I just know what you are thinking", he smiles at me, but I could see there was some sadness in his eyes. What is that? This boy is full of misery, I wonder what he did to me though, I don't feel any agony over what happened yesterday, yes, this is definitely witchcraft.

He comes near me and hands me the expensive looking bottle with the name, Riele printed on it in calligraphy. It's so pretty. I take a sip and immediately I feel my headache go, so refreshing. "Thank you, sir" I say it as if it was compulsory to. He smiles. I want it, his smile. I'm going to steal it from him, I almost promise myself.

The sky is getting darker, the moon is getting clearer. The moon is beautiful. The sunset earlier had totally thrown me off. It was just a simple but astonishing mix of colors.  Red turned into orange which, in turn, blended in a toxic color of yellow. It almost burned my eyes. Pure. Beauty.

Now I am in bed, I'm really tired from everything that had happened earlier. Maybe, just maybe, I am happy to be here. Yeah, I'm really feeling strange feelings now. Why was Jace being nice after he actually killed my father yesterday? Wait, was it even yesterday? I had lost track of time, for all I knew, a year could have passed while I was unconscious...hmm.

My thoughts are brutally torn away from my mind when I hear whimpering from the next room. Who is there? I'm scared.