Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

18.

~Chapter 18: The Beginning of the End~

I munch on a cracker while watching the sun lower further and hide itself behind the large evergreen trees in the garden. The sky darkens and the garden lights begin to flicker on one by one like they've done consistently at this time of day for the last few days.

Probably since forever.

Reaching into my box of crackers, I pull out a handful. Somehow I've managed to survive off of this single box, and the glasses of water that have been accompanying my meals. The crackers aren't anything special. Not particularly tasty, not extremely gross. Just, average salty crackers, but they're still the only thing I've been brought that I could even think of eating so far.

It's probably because I'm still nervous.

About what exactly?

Well a lot of things. Too many things. Everything. I'm definitely not as scared as I was on day one of my arrival, but I've found that I'm just as nervous nonetheless. A huge list of questions has been plaguing me day and night; questions that I have no answers to at all.

When will the Queen show up? That's the biggest one so far. She hasn't yet and there's no telling when I'll be brought (or dragged) from my room to meet her. When will someone come in to force me to shower and clean myself up so that I can actually meet the Queen who seemed so desperate to find a human girl? Should I have cleaned myself up before now? I haven't changed, or showered, or even attempted to stay clean in the days I've been here. If it wasn't for the musty smell my body and clothes are emitting (thanks to my nervous fucking sweating) and unkempt appearance you'd think I just got here today.

Would I die if I were to try and escape from this window? I've considered it. Its huge though and I see no sign of a latch or way to open it. Can I even open this window? I don't even think this is normal glass. If I threw a chair at it I'm sure it'd hurt me more than it'd hurt the actual window.

I just want to go home.

I have no idea what to expect at this point, and that alone is enough to have me on edge. They hadn't prepared me for this. No, that was supposed to be discussed when I came back that night. I was supposed to be at home where they would comfort me and prepare me for this. I was supposed to have time.

Thinking about what was supposed to happen makes the back of my eyes start to sting with the threat of tears.

But I'm not going to cry.

Not here. Not right now.

Unconsciously my hand reaches out to rest on the blue wall in front of me. I miss them.

My hand begins to tingle softly at my palm, and from where my hand touches the paint, a new color starts to spread out like dye in water.

Wine red.

The same as my old room.

I snatch my hand back towards my body and look at my palm with wide eyes. Did I do that? I don't have any powers; that couldn't have been me. I hold my wrist with my other hand and watch in awe as every spot in the room that was once that ocean blue changes to the color of the walls of my bedroom in Kris's house. From the furniture, to the pillows, to the sheets, all shift shades to match the deep red of my old walls.

What the fuck is this?

I shift farther way from the wall and glare at the room as if it's has physically attempted to hurt me. I know I should be comforted by the color; It's the exact same after all, But I'm not. It makes it all worse really. It's like the room itself is actually mocking me.