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Not so Cloud 9

February 16, 2015

The first thing she felt was softness. Something felt soft and warm underneath her skin. She was scared to open her eyes, terrified that she would have to see more dead bodies, more lives being taken out of this world. Pushing aside her fear, her eyes opened widely.

She looked around, waiting to see the cold hard walls of the room she was trapped in for two weeks. But instead she was greeted with white stainless walls and a very large room that probably had an echo if you spoke loudly.

Looking to her left, there was a large window where the sun was beaming brightly and the snow looked like a beautiful wonderland. She jumped down from the bed, crawling on the floor and to the window.

The house next door was probably about three stories. With a patio and a pool in the back yard that was covered up to be protected from the snow. The yard was covered in white, sparkling snow. She could only imagine what this house looked like if it was next door to that beautiful one. In a swift motion she stood to her feet, only to wobble a little.

She regained her balance with ease and walked over to the large white door. It creaked as she opened it a little, peaking out the crack. Her heart beat fast and she wished that she was never caught up in this mess. She missed her auntie and her cousins. She missed her aunt's early morning cooking and she missed when they would all cuddle up on the living room floor, watching movies and eating warm buttery pop corn.

Her feet moved on their own accord as she looked around the large place. She reached and scratched her wild messy hair, she hadn't been able to run a comb though it in two weeks. Her skin was dirty and grimey and she longed for a nice long shower as she walked into a clean, untouched kitchen after she passed a giant staircase.

The table on the east side of the kitchen reminded her of the chairs that she helped her aunt pick out for their kitchen. She thought about how she would probably never get to go back home and it brought tears to her eyes that her family was probably going sick from being worried about her. They rolled down her face, too late to stop them. And she didn't really want to. She heard heavy footsteps coming from spiral staircase and then voices.

She hurriedly wiped her tears then grabbed the first thing in sight, a large knife that stood out amongst the rest in the dish rack. Her grip was tight as she held it towards the entrance of the kitchen, waiting for the culprit to appear.

"I'm telling you man-" The boy stopped his talking at the sight of her. She looked at the two of them with her bloodshot eyes and they stared back at her. The boy with the beautiful brown skin cleared his throat and spoke.

"You wanna put that down?" It sounded like a rhetorical question. His voice was set in  warning tone, making her become more alarmed.

"Well considering that I don't know either of you and I woke up in your house after being trapped in a disgusting warehouse for weeks, why  would I wanna do that?" She said all in one breath but they got everything that was said. Her arm didn't move and she kept her eyes from blinking, as if she could miss something in any second.

He pulled a gun from his waistline and held it up to her face. "Because I'm pretty sure I can shoot you between the eyes before you can even think about throwing that knife." His face expression scared her a little, a deadly look in his eyes, no doubt that he was probably serious about killing her.

"What makes you think I'm not already thinking about it?" She stepped back a little, eyeing him down, she was determined to convince him that he didn't intimidate her. Even though that would be a lie.

He snickered a little, a solid smirk molding his plump lips. "You not. You tryna' figure out if I'm bluffing or not. I hope you  know I'm not." He tilted his head to the side a little, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes analyzed her and she felt like shrinking into a ball on the floor.

She dropped the knife in a swift motion and his eyes followed it  to the floor. He slowly put the gun back at his waistline, chewing his gum. His beautiful eyes were squinted as he looked at her from her to toe, she looked from left to right then her eyes landed back on him, waiting for him to say something.

"You look dirty." He remarked. The way they stared at her made her think that they hated her but they knew nothing about her and vice versa. But she set aside her intimidation and rolled her eyes.

"I think I'm aware." She rubbed her arms subconsciously. The light skinned boy behind him with the well defined jaw line and slanted eyes just blinked at her. His hands were deep in his pockets.

"Khalif, let her take a shower." The slightly shorter boy said, making Khalif glance at him. He then looked back at her, a natural scowl on his face and a glare in his beautiful eyes. He gave her a head nod, signalling for her to follow him. As she walked past the unknown brown skinned boy, they both got in each other's face as she walked.

He took her to a large, clean bathroom. He turned on the water for her and the shower sprayed out of the nasal.

"He seems nice." She said sarcastically, chuckling and trying to lighten up the heavy tension. Steam started to form on the floor from the shower. He just glanced at her again and grabbed a white fluffy towel from the shelf above her head. She could smell his detergent and his male deodorant.

"Do you talk?" She couldn't help but ask. He hasn't said one word, even through the whole encounter between him and the rude boy in the kitchen.

"Yes." He said, licking his plump, pink lips as he glared at her. He sat the towel on the toilet, which was right next to the shower.

"We don't use this bathroom often, so use whatever you want to clean yourself." He sighed. She stared at him, waiting for his signature glare to form in his eyes.

"If you get any water on the floor, clean it. You got it?" He wasn't really asking her, so much as telling her. She nodded quickly before he could grow impatient. He rolled his eyes at her then walked out the bathroom.

She sighed as she stripped out the large shirt that she had been wearing for two weeks. Her muscles relaxed once they were under the hot spray. The glass doors of the shower clogged up with steam. She washed her body several times, before looking for any type of shampoo.

"Men Care." She read aloud to her self the title of the full bottle. It said that it was a shampoo and conditioner put into one. She shrugged her shoulders the began to wash her matted hair. With help from the water and shampoo, her hair turned into it's natural soft curls. She finger combed it then turned the shower off and stepped out.

After wrapping her self in a towel, she cleared the fog from the mirror then washed her face with a bar of soap. There was a couple of unused tooth brushes in the medicine cabinet, so she happily brushed her teeth.

Her feet molded into the soft carpet as she made her way out the bathroom. She walked back into the kitchen and they turned to look at her.

"Can I have something to wear?" She found her voice. The boy with the almond skin glanced at the boy with the beautiful, foreign looking eyes then back at her.

He sighed then walked past her and up the spiral staircase, she guessed she was supposed to follow. The house was beautiful no doubt, they walked down a long hallway until what she assumed was his bedroom.

His walls were black and was covered with posters of naked women, RUN DMC, N.W.A, and some were just African Proverbs. He went to her dresser and gave her a pair of boxers, a t shirt, and sweat pants that would be too big for her.

"How did I get here?" The question was weighing heavy on her brain and it flew out of her mouth without her even thinking twice about it.

He blinked his dark eyes at her as his nostrils flared in a natural way. "I was out, driving yesterday. It was late, probably around 2:00. You were in the street and I almost hit you with ma' car." He swung his arms back in forth. She looked at the ground, trying to remember those events but nothing came to mind.

He left so she could change. She sighed to her self then shrugged.

"I hope they like roomies, look like I'll be staying here for a while."

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