Eva Triology: {{ So Realistic }} [COMPLETED]

One Direction is not gay!

I examine the room I am currently in and I don't see a single thing. Just couple of eyes staring up at me with tiredness written all over their skinny faces. I make a grimace and feel someones presence next to me. My wet hand brushes a persons face as their saliva got on every piece of my skin. I throw up at it and stand up, I could see chopped heads and fingers but I puke whenever someones saliva is on my hand, good girl, my hair is flying everywhere it gets a chance and I cut it in half and throw it somewhere where I don't see.

"VITMIR!!" I scream and my voice ehoes around the room making my ears hurt and other people whine in annoyance. I am annoying I know. After couple of seconds I wait impatiently and no one answers, well, I thought I was important here. But judging by the room I am staying in, I will assume I am not as important as my silly brain thought.

"Will you keep quiet?" Someone asks behind me, I jump in the air and my wings start to spread because of the terror I have just been through. I squeeze my eyes in attempt to recognize this person from somewhere but I don't seem to prosper.

"And who are you?" I ask with my high voice, my arms fly on my hips as I am standing like a Kardashian right now. I examine the dark room but I don't see anyone. Is it my brain? Is it playing with me? Where the hell is Vitmir? 

"I am a person," Manly voice said. I roll with my eyes once again and breathe out in angriness. 

"I know that, but what is your name and how do we get out of here?" I ask probably the smartest question I ever came up with. I wait for a reply, my nerves getting thicker by every passing moment, but I guess that person doesn't know that, "Huuh?" I remind them of my presence. 

"My name is Buttlord, yours?" He asks, I guess he is in for a chat, but me on the other side is not. 

"Listen, Buttlord, you have a funny name. You don't need to know mine because my staying here is pretty short. I hope," The last word I spill brushes my chin hair and makes a braid so I must be looking very awesome right now, "I need to get out of here. One Direction is seeking for my assistance. Oh, they must be asking for me right now," I turn into princess Anna and rub my head gently. But, fast enough I am old me. 

"You are dumb! You are not going to see any member of that gay boy band," Buttlord screams and instantly insults my feelings. 

"One Direction is not gay! I will cut your balls off if you repeat that statement!" I yell in his face, or at least I think that is his face. When I recover my previous state I hear his voice behind me and when I realise he is actually behind me I reach out with my hand and feel a cold surface, a wall. I have been yelling into a wall. I quickly turn around in the direction that voice came from and hope for the best. 

I walk towards it and prepare my lovely throat for some more screaming, same sentence but more screaming. 

"One Direction is not gay! I will cut your balls off if you repeat that statement!" I yell again and my own echo kicks me in the head. This building is my worst enemy, I see. Buttlord doesn't say anything, he just keeps silent and I think I taught him a lesson. That is enough for today. I reach out with my hands and try to find a bed where I can sleep on but I don't seem to find one. 

"Isn't there a bed or something soft I can rest my heavy head on?" I ask and make an angry face, even though no one will see me. 

"You sleep on the cold floor. You will get used on it," Buttlord says and another second he starts to snore. I hate people who snore. Like thunders they sound and I am willing to kill someone who snores. Let's just hope that I will stay normal until the morning. 

I find a good spot and make a few circles around it and curl up in a ball, coldness is slowly getting to me and I hate that. So I get up and walk towards the Buttlord and wrap his sleeping body around myself. He doesn't seem to budge and I fall asleep peacefully even though I am trapped inside a room with an unknown person. 

What is the worst thing that can happen to me?