I awoke to the sounds of whispering.
I could barely make out the words through my panic as I struggled to a sitting position, kicking away pillows and blankets.
I found myself in a lumpy four-poster bed, in an abnormally large room with white walls and cold tiled floors. Oddly enough, the room smelled faintly of cinnamon.
Where the hell was I?
I scrabbled backward, half-falling off the bed. I hit the tiled floor, and quickly scrambled to my feet.
Someone was telling me to calm down, but in my panic and sudden fear, I quickly found the door on the other side of the room.
My shaky hands found the metal doorknob, seizing on it thankfully, and pulled.
Nothing happened.
A sob rose in my throat.
Having given up on escape, I turned around to see a teenage girl, appearing to be only a few years older than me standing beside the bed. A boy of the same age was sprawled across the sofa behind her.
The girl was staring at me, her warm brown eyes full of confusion and worry. She had dyed-black, bob-cut hair, pale make-up, and appeared to have put on too much eyeliner. She wore red-and-black-striped tights with a hole in the left knee, a black pleated mini-skirt and combat boots.
The boy, with his mess of dark brown hair sticking in every direction, looked as if he had been sleeping. His wide grey eyes were focused on me, as if waiting for my next move.
“I’m Leila,” the girl said with a smile. “And this is Sam.”
“I’m..”, I hesitated, clearly unsure if I should give these strangers my name. “I’m Violet.”
I waited a few seconds before asking, “What happened?”
“Why don’t you sit down?”, Leila asked, calmly. “You hit her head pretty hard, and I’m sure you’re probably suffering from shock and nervous anxiety.”
“You mean because I can’t run,” I said, stepping away from the door slowly. “I can’t get away.”
They said nothing.
I shook my head, refusing to sit back down.
“What happened?”, I repeated the question, this time more demanding.
Leila and Sam looked at each other, as if sharing some unspoken message. After a few silent moments, Leila looked back at me.
“You lost a lot of blood last night,” Leila explained, “and you had nearly bled to death by the time Sam, here, had found you.”
Sam’s gaze once again fell on me, but, unsuprisingly, he remained silent.
“I know you are confused.. And I promise that I will explain this all to you tomorrow,” Leila smiled. “But it's late, and I’m sure you’re probably starving.”
The thought of food made my stomach growl.
“I hope you like tacos,” Sam said as he opened the door, the same one that had been locked only moments before. “Although, you might not want to eat any because the only thing Leila cooks either ends up setting the kitchen on fire, or eating the dog.”
“You have a dog?”
“Well, not anymore.”
Sam looked back at me over his shoulder, and I could see the hint of a smile on his face.
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The Enchanting Sounds of Darkness.
Fantasy"But how am I supposed to be good when I so desperately want to give in to the enchanting sounds of darkness?" Fate is a cruel thing at times. It gives the impression that maybe once in your life, you were destined to do something amazing, and then...
