✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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| Chapter 14 | Where You Belong
I FEEL LIKE I'm floating.
Is this what death feels like?
No it can't be. At least I don't think it can. I wiggle my fingers and my toes but can't bring myself to open my eyelids. Flattening my palms on what I assume to be a mattress, I feel the soft material of the sheets under me and I fist them between my hands.
My eyes finally cooperate with me as I open my lids before squinting. My vision is blurry and it takes more than a couple of blinks for my sight to clear up.
I look around cluelessly at the unfamiliar setting above me.
I'm laid on my backside, staring up at the lacy white curtains that decorate the corner of each bed post. My head rests on several pillows and my body is wrapped in a thick, comfortable comforter.
It only takes seconds for my brain to fully wrap around what is happening right now.
This is not my room.
I shoot up in an instant and glance around finding the room empty of anyone. My heart begins to race at the realization that I have no clue where I am.
Racing out from under the covers, I run across the wooden floor to the door, ignoring how huge the room is. My hands wrap around the gold door handle and pull as hard as I can, but to my luck it's locked.
Backing away from the door as quickly as I approached it, I'm hoping whoever is on the other side didn't hear me messing with the handle.
The longer they think I'm still sleeping the better.
I gather myself together before glancing around the room and taking a proper look at my surroundings.
The room is a mix of blush pink, my favourite colour, as well as gold and white accents. The massive four post bed sits in the middle of the room, several pillows thrown on top of the comforter, slightly ruffled from where I was sleeping. Behind it was a huge floor to ceiling arched window that lined the whole wall and let the sun shine through. Sheer curtains were pulled across it, dimming the light that came through.
