Fly High

Chapter Two

"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared." —Lois Lowry

When Melisa opened her hazel eyes and found herself in a big room with her clothes changed, she got scared. She craned her neck to see a whitish black analog clock hanging above the cackling old style class stone fireplace, it showed three o'clock. The room was painted light blue with some flowery art on the ceiling by POP. White and blue lotus was made with aesthetic leaves on the floor and a fan hanged on the celling. Shiny sleek blue-white themed curtains hanged by the queen-sized bed which she laid upon. Scooting closer to the glass window, she opened the curtains and saw it was pitch black. To her horror, when she tried to open the windows, it did not open normally like a regular window would do instead it titled towards her face.

The room didn't look like a guest room seeing it had a bookshelf containing some books, matching paintings, flowers and a wooden guitar beside them, also a part of the wall had just glass. It looked similar to her dream house; its environment somehow made her feel comfortable all while being soothing yet like royalty. She felt as if she was a princess from all those fairytales her mother had read to her as a baby. She was sure that this room was owned by a rich person, oh no what if they turn out like all those evil people she pondered.

Her heart was numb nothing like the room she was given all warm due to the fireplace. A loud bang from meters away shook the girl to the core.

"As if this strange situation and people weren't enough." She muttered beneath her breath and looked to see the source of disturbance. When she heard a different sound of a knock on the door, she lifted to see the thick quilt and turned to see the person. As her bruised feet touched the cold floor she shivered from the sudden change in her body temperature. Slowly she opened the door to see a white furry cat on the other end. Ever since a child she had a little liking to cats so it was no brainer that she picked it up and got so lost in playing with her that she didn't notice a tall, dark haired boy with kind deep kind black eyes entered the room after his cat with some food in his hand.

"Woah, I see Nora likes you." as the boy spoke, she dropped the cat on the floor, alarmed.

"Easy calm down girl, I mean no harm, here have some hot chocolate, apples and mangoes. They might help with your injuries and if you need anything else just ask." He continued.

"W...wh...who a...are you?" She stammered and the look of confusion was clearly evident in her soft, dreamy hazel eyes. Somehow her gut told her to trust him so she did as her gut feeling was wrong only once in a blue moon. Eyes are the windows to soul, she mused and his spoke nothing but vivacity, struggle, warmth and honesty. It felt that she could confide in him as if he had similar struggles.

"Meet the greatest of all Sebastian Frost." He said after failing to mock the tone of voice used by self-absorbed dimwits. When Melisa smiled slightly, he did nothing to his satisfaction with himself on making her smile and in returned one of the most charming smiles she ever saw as some dimples creased both his cheeks. She felt her numbness becoming less with each passing second.

"Cocky much." She fake glared. He rolled his eyes and decided to play along.

"Very much, Madam Moselle." He bowed showing curtly.

"Being cocky but chivalric at the same time, something we see less." Was her reply.

"What could I say I am so brilliant and so hot." He started fanning his face as if he was on fire and pretended to faint.

She smirked, "I have a solution to your problem." He leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow curiously.

"May I have the honor to know it?"

"Of course, Why not? I could simply kick you out of the home, it's freezing outside you know." She tried to control her laugh but seeing he was actually offended she just could not control it anymore and burst into fits of laughter.

"Why would you say this? You know karma's is not unfair and I'll get back at you, I PROMISE!!"

"Sure, sure" He moved closer towards her and her breath hitched, he plopped down on the bed beside her. He briefly paused before softly speaking and replied," Won't you tell me something about yourself? I found you there passed out completely drenched, what happened?"

Seeing hurt flash across her eyes and her features darken he immediately regretted asking the question, Haha of course it is too early to ask all this, it's too early you dumbo. His conscience mocked him.

Suddenly they heard a car pull up in the driveway and he got up.

"Excuse me, my friend Trevor is here to pick me up for a party. Would you like to go with us?" He asked a bit unsure as she needed rest.

"No thanks but I am not a fan of parties, and I don't feel so good." She answered fiddling her hands in her lap.

"It's ok we can go when you feel like it, and I am sure you'll enjoy yourself. Till then you can rest and there is some food here." He walked over to a white table with, pancakes', ice creams, a delicious looking tomato soup with mango juice, chocolate.