Bittersweet Blood

The Beginning of the End.

I woke up in a dim room, the only light seemed to be coming from a hallway light; my head is pounding, there is a roaring in my ears and I have cotton mouth, bad. Where in the world am I?! I rubbed the temple of head, I'm so confused, this for sure was not my apartment or was it? I couldn't think straight and there wasn't enough light in the room for me to make out anything. What the hell happen last nigh?!!

Then the events of the night before rushed into my head each one demanding its own reaction; it was like I had a flow of different emotions running through me, all at once. I wanted to cry and laugh all at the same time, these things don't really happen to normal people. The alley way.... is something that I just... couldn't... think about...The people who took me, where they those men? No it couldn't be, someone stopped them but who? And what the hell did they want with me?! Panic arose and I couldn't stop myself from hyperventilating, I was trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down but it wasn't working very well. A million possibilities came to thought none of them having real logic in them or logic that was socially acceptable. I just didn't know what to do with myself, my head was aching to even think about doing anything in my current situation. I laid there for what seemed to be forever, I just couldn't process this right now not after everything that just happen.....it was a long time before anything really happen maybe hours but then I heard a knock on the door, which made me jump instantly.

"Hello, Can I come in?" said a soft spoken voice, it was almost a whisper, unsure if I heard anything at all, I hesitated but responded "Yes, come in" and with that said the lights came on. In the door way stood a women about average height with dark hair almost black with two big bright blue eyes staring at me with worry.

She cleared her throat as I started at her with a gasping mouth. "My name is Claire, I thought you might want to freshen up a bit before dinner. " she said while gesturing towards the clothes that she was holding, " I hope I got the right size..." she mumbled.

"Look" she said this while moving closer to me, only standing about foot away, which made my eyes widen "you really shouldn't be scared... about this whole thing, you're safe here, I promise" she lightly touched the top of my hand, she was cold to the touch. She stared me and I was paralyzed in every sense of the word, her stare was a mixture of concern and sympathy....even pain. Claire faces was so young, she look like she could be sixteen her face reminded me of a porcelain doll with her bright baby blue eyes and dark hair: youthful, child like and forever in its manner, as if she couldn't ever age or shouldn't for that matter.

"Um thank you... ffor the clothes" I slurred a little while moving my hand away from her to mess with my hair. She nodded "Okay, then, well the bathroom is down the hall to the left" Claire replied.

As she turn around to leave but then I blurted out "What are you going to do with me?" She did not turn around or gave any motion that she planned on moving, she replied in a cold but still polite manner "Well discuss this topic during dinner" and then left the room, quickly.

I let out my breath, which I didn't know I was holding. God, what in the world was happening?! The way she looked at me made me think that maybe what I was in for wasn't that bad but then again aren't all psychopaths like that. I wonder if she was there last night, she couldn't be, far to thin and small to take down one of those men. It had to be someone else at least... there was so many voices, I shock my head. It's just this can't be happening to me, all I wanted was to feel better about my awful break up that's all. Why is that so much to ask for? I placed my face in my palms I felt like sobbing but I couldn't, I need to stay strong no matter what the situation was.

I rolled out of the massive bed, I looked around in the room I was staying in and it was beautiful. The walls were painted a light beige color, giving the room a elegant feel to it, there was an old fashion theme to the room as if it belonged to a dutch of centuries ago; with gold color along side the beige and little hints of red, there was even a vanity table across form the room where the bed was at, all white ivory with little bit of gold painted. The room didn't have carpet it was all dark wood flooring, even the comforter of bed had a beautiful, elegant design to it. The room was surreal and beautiful, if they were psychopaths well at least they had incredible taste.

Once I found the bathroom, which took me a lot longer than it should, I realized that this place was huge anyone could get lost here easily, when Claire said down the hall I didn't realize she said down a few blocks. Luckily there was also no sign of anyone on the way, which saved me from an awkward encounter with anyone else whom lived in the house, if anyone did.

Once I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror I cringed a little, oh god I look awful! There was smeared make up all over my face, my hair a birds nest, I had bags under my eyes and I'm pretty sure my breath smelled awful! My usual wave reddish brown hair was in tangles, I looked like I haven't slept in days, which is a little true, but over all I look like a hot mess. I washed my face over and over again trying to get ride of any runny make up, I combed my fingers throughout my hair again and again. After a little while I manged to look a more presentable I changed into the close that Claire gave me, a pair of jeans that fit a little too long and a gray shirt that fit me a little tight for my liking. I still had my flats from last night, I look decent over all but then again I couldn't be vain at this point with everything that just happen to me.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom Claire appeared with the most blank expression I've ever seen. "Dinner is ready, follow me" she said in a demanding voice and turn around assuming that I was right behind her. She lead me down the hall past my room, then down some more halls until we arrived to a huge set of french doors in the middle of the hallway. Claire turned around before opening the doors, I guess to see if I was still there, she smiled at me with sympathy in her eyes and open the huge french doors to what could possibly be the death of me.

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