Little Did I Know (unedited)

Chapter 4

  I didn't dream, although I slept as long as I could. When the sun coaxed me to reality again, I slowly opened my eyes. As I squinted against the golden light, waiting for my eyes to adjust, I took in as much of my surroundings as I could.

Through the sun, plus the early morning haze, I could make out the soft pink walls and the white flowing curtains. The dresser, door, and windowsill were also pure white. As for my bed, the same shade of light pink pillow and comforter and white sheets kept the color scheme intact. It was so elegant and pretty, yet simple.

As the last of my vision cleared up, I turned to my right, looking at the door. I thought I heard a noise. I was right. The door slowly opened, quietly trying to make as little noise as possible. Inch by inch, I could see the person entering the room. The boy from the forest.

He smiled when he saw me looking at him, and opened the door at normal speed, the attempts at being quiet forgotten. He must've been trying not to wake me. I watched him as he walked to my bed, wondering for the first time where I was.

"Hey," he said, gently sitting on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" "Better," I managed to get out. My throat was so dry, it burned. "Water..." I croaked. He hurried out of the room, and I closed my eyes for a few moments. When I opened them again, he was already back.

"Here," he said, handing the cup to me. I drank eagerly, sighing in relief as the ice cold water soothed my burning throat. When I had downed the whole thing, he asked if I wanted more. "No, thank you." The pain had been reduced to a mild aching. Now that my thirst was sated, I could focus on more important matters.

"Where am I?" I inquired, glancing around the room again. When I looked at the boy, I found his gaze locked on mine, and my heartbeat accelerated. You could get lost in his eyes, a perfect pair of emeralds; the depth was incredible. It was like I could see into his soul. Like he was seeing into mine. I hadn't realized I'd stopped breathing until he replied.

"You're at my house." His voice was low and fairly deep, calm and enchanting. I shook myself back into reality. "How did I get here?" I asked. "I carried you here after I found you in the forest." "Oh," I heard myself say. Had he really carried me all the way to his house? I recalled a pair of strong arms taking my weight, and blushed at the thought. Was this his bed, too?

"How were you hurt, and why were you in a forest almost all by yourself?" He asked, interrupting my daydreams. His brow furrowed as I struggled to remember. "I don't know. I have no idea." The news seemed to shock him.

As he processed this, I asked, "What do you mean I was almost all by myself? I was the only one in the forest, besides you." "No, you weren't." He said, shaking his head. I saw a man, standing over you. As soon as he heard me, he brought his foot down on you and ran."

A chill went down my spine. Someone had intentionally tried to hurt me, and in secret too. But what would anyone want with me?