The Whispers

Awake

Gasping for breath, the girl awoke. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. Her legs were tangled in the bedsheets surrounding her. Wait... bedsheets? She glanced around. She was in some sort of room, and there were antique pictures on the walls surrounding the bed she was in. Most of the pictures were of a young man singing to a woman on a balcony above him. They were obviously in love. The girl could tell. She slid silently out of the bed and walked over to one of the pictures.

The young man was holding the woman in his arms. She had a bright smile on her face as she danced with the man. The girl stared silently at the two of them, frozen forever in paint and wood. Who were they? Was the woman the nice lady with green eyes? The girl stared some more, not noticing that the door had opened. At the sound of a platter being placed down, she whirled around, wide-eyed. There she was. The lady with green eyes. She placed down a cup of orange juice next to a gigantic platter of biscuits.

As the girl ate, the lady asked her a question. "...What's your name?" The girl remembered something. For just a second, she remembered her name. "G...g.." As she struggled to form the letters, the lady leaned forward earnestly. Then the girl glanced down. "Biscuit!", she cried happily. As the girl ate more of the biscuits, the lady looked at her. "All right. If you want to be called Biscuit, then you will be called Biscuit." The girl let out a screech of joy at hearing her new name said. As she jumped up, she knocked over the glass of orange juice.

"Oh, dear", the lady said.