In The Dark

□TWO□

The softest sound of snoring woke me up from my nightmare. All I remember was being in the dark, the dark swallowing me. My scream ended my nightmare,too.

But what was this sound? I move my feet, kicking out before closing in, using my elbow to lift my weak body up. I could feel the sun's energy, undefeated by the walls in this room. I twisted my body to stretch.

Then my eyes caught something unusual. A blonde boy, sprawling across the floor, eyes closed, shallow and steady breaths coming out of his mouth. I rubbed my eyes. Surely they had stop functioning. This boy was in my nightmare.

He threatened me to kill him. His eyes was on fire, a snarl on his handsome face, tears glistened in his eyes. And I shot him, before the darkness swallowed me. The nightmare had settled a big rock in my stomach, making me feel heavy.

But then his finger twitched. Ever so slightly, to touch his other finger. The room seemed to be watching, too, as the strange movement settled in the air. I didn't even remind myself to breathe.

Then his whole hand moved. Slowly, almost wary, and his fingers curled to touch his palm. And I, was ready to defend myself, my arms outstretched, eyes focused.

But his movements was harmless. His next move was, to try to sit up. But he fails, groaning out instead. His eyes were still closed. What if he realizes I was here? A weak girl, covered in blood, who had a nightmare- featuring him- today?

Whatever he will do, I will fight it. I will be strong. For why I exist. For why I am still alive. For why he......appeared here. For why someone left me in this dark room, isolated from the world. For the answers that I'd wished for.

I thought of the questions I would burst out once he is alive again. I realized-that I have not spoken in twelve years. Only screams, yells, shouts, groans, moans, came out of my mouth.

I could still speak. Who says a person can't speak after twelve years of silence? And then his whole arm was moving. There was muscles on his arm. He was skinny though. He put his arm in the air. It was visibly shaking.

I could hear his breath, close to mine, inhaling and exhaling. I wonder how he feels right now. I wonder how it felt to drop in a hole, be unconscious for a day, then waking up to see a girl who've been here for twelve years.

And now he was going to suffer with me. My bad side roared with harsh laughter, while my good side felt sympathy for him. His body begin to wake up. The air was tense. He moved every shaking limb of his.

Still had not open his eyes. Maybe he didn't want to. Maybe he thought he was dead. Maybe he wants to die. Maybe he didn't want to wake up to this place. I wouldn't, either.

I was crouched behind his back, my eyes trained on every movement he made. And then, from his back, I saw his mouth open a little wider, as if to scream. But he didn't. His mouth formed in a 'ow' shape.

Another pang of sympathy for him. Who wouldn't be after a boy who fell from a window, then to a dark room, wondering if you died or not? It's ridiculous how the world works. Absolutely ridiculous.

He let out a short exhale. Then it is silent again. The back of his muscles tense. Then, without thinking, I crawled to face him. I would suffer the consequence just to see his face.

It was white as paper, some cuts and bruises. I really wanted to see his eyes. I feel the warmth of his body heat already. I wonder if he felt mine. I lowered my face, predicting his fist would connect with my face the first second he opens his eyes.

And I waited for him to open his eyes. I know, that there are several different kinds of colors: blue, green, brown, dark brown......and more. I think I have brown eyes, I'm not sure.

Then I predict what color his eyes are. Green, maybe? But that wouldn't match his blonde hair. Blue, probably. Blue eyes will make him handsome. I shook my head; what was I thinking?

Something shuffled. Like the sound of shuffling a stack of cards. I realize it was his feet, his shoes, scrapping across the stone floor. Any moment now, he would open his eyes. From the short coma he was in. From the darkness, to a new kind of darkness.

His lips twitch, and I stare. His eyelids flutter. My breathing hitched.

Then, a beautiful pair of pale hazel eyes stared back at me.

A/N-hehe cliffhanger???

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