Blue Mansion : Deadly & Obsessive

02 : Rue

I've seen the White House, or one of those fancy museums from the telly. It's either that, or from Pinterest. But I've never once felt they were too extravagant.

Yet, the brightness of the room which Ilya entered, was more than just extravagant. It felt as though I was basked in it. Like the winds of Katrina blown on full force, pressed right at my face. And something about it keeps my lips from peeling open.

The room was far too clean, too bright. Everything and everywhere sparkled immensely, blinding me.

Unlike home, this felt more likely as an escape room that's tempted to attract people to do the wicked deeds. Unless completed the riddles in the room. But with everything in pristine white, I could highly find any dirt or dust anywhere. Let alone some riddles written on the wall or whatnot.

The deep squeaky hinges added the morbidity of the seemed-like abandoned building. Instead of cobwebs and dusts collected on the furnitures or the corner of every room, everything was immaculately cleaned. Too cleaned to be considered abandoned, nor occupied by anyone.

I could see the hard works of Ilya for keeping the place spotless.

"Have a seat, Madam will be right you shortly." Ilya instructed, gesturing that I take the seat on the lounge. But before I could ask him further about my mother, or any members of the family that stayed — he had already disappeared.

And there I was, left alone, in the middle of the foyer, I presumed. A place as fancy as this. should have it's own of everything. Indoor and outdoor swimming pools, with few multi-functional halls and maybe their own art gallery. The possibility is endless.

No. They probably have two indoor pools, one with a built-in heater. God, now I'm rambling.

While silence envelops my entire being, trembling to the core. I draw my gaze towards every knick and corner of the room. Marvelling over the immaculate sight of marbled floor work, the granite pillars and gold corners that decorates the ceiling.

Everywhere, except for the grand stairway, the one that's occupied the entire side of the room. The elephant in the room. And probably the epitome of grand appearance which the family makes in routined.

Out of everything else, there was only one thing that's coloured and not in white. The blue and white vase that's placed on top of a rounded marbled table, set in the middle of the room, before the grand staircase. It was also the only thing that had the oriental flare to it. Filled with red carnations, the coloured is darkened, resembling blood drops.

Nothing of the house has made me comfortable. Not the grand staircase that leads up to somewhere. Or the rest of the house. Nor is the stunning centrepiece, the oriental vase, in the room.

And definitely not the grand chandelier that hands high above my head, stringing with dozens of crystals. I hoped they are crystals.

The idea of slipping quietly through the Tibetan creaking hinges, was tempting. At least it would allow me to ignore the relations I have with the person that owned partially of this mansion.

Anxiety twists in my guts, while I get sick of the wait. It's forcing the food I had on plane, erupted from my stomach in a form of liquid. Bitter stench reaches my throat, as I try to push it back down. Keeping my mouth closed tightly.

"It's okay, Rue. Stop overthinking. You're here to meet your biological mother, that's it. You're not staying." I consoled myself. Living here would be the last thing I'd do on this planet. Nails dug into the flesh on my palm.

"You weren't planning to stay?" A foreign tone asked, catching my off by surprised.

Startled by the unexpected voice, I jerked my head towards the voice. As my eyes bulged in surprised.