"This room makes me sad!" I shouted out loud to myself. Taking a breath in than having the noise of me sighing filled the room giving a slight echo, I was sitting in the center of the room. Facing an empty corner. It's was to express my feelings of maybe a corner could be interesting or at least cut down my boredom a bit.
It's such a depressing room; their's no windows, no doors, and no one else in this white, white room. I don't even know how I got here or how long I've been staring at that stain in that empty corner.
"Hello?" I was shocked for a moment. I started looking for where the greeting came from.
I crawled closer to one of the corners in the room, were I thought I heard someone speak. "where are you?" I asked out of bewilderment. My words echoed though out the room yet hers did not. I was patently waiting for a response but nothing happened.
I turned to sit up against the wall; my Arms felt tight around me. Yet I ignored the feeling. I started poking at the comfy floor, I've been sitting on for as long as I can remember.
"Hey, can you at least turn down the AC? it's getting kind of chilly" I said hoping for another response. To my relief, she responded.
"No" in a snobbish way.
"Oh, why not?"I asked happily, since she answered me.
My only thought was that I wasn't alone any more, I wasn't alone. I made a friend, I felt so relieved. My boredom was now replaced with happyness.
"Because I don't want to". The way she spoke as if she was on top of the world, felt formiliar to me and soothed my heart. Yet also made it cringed in pain.
"Oh" I muttered trying to hide the pain in my voice "than can you tell me, why am I here?" I asked not sure if I could get a answer and didn't really expect to get one. For even I didn't know why I was here, so why should she.
"No clue" she said softening her voice. "Oh, okay... um what's your name?" I asked to change the subject, but to also get to know my new friend better.
"You my dear peasant, may call me your royal highness for I am princess Mary" she announced so boldly. The erge to laugh was hard to contain yet I managed to keep quiet, so I wouldn't hurt (my new friend) Mary's feelings. "Than madam, why are you here?" I asked out of curiosity. I was shocked when she answered in a cheerful manner. Even more shocked that she knew why she was here. Where ever here was.
"My peasant, my dear peasant, it is due to me being on a adventure to find my one true prince".
she was looking for love. I couldn't help but to relate to her in a strange way. She started to list all the things she wanted from her prince.
"They must have lovely brown hair and blue eyes. They need to have a gentle smile. They need to know how to cook. To suit my taste, after all I'll have to eat it. They also got to have lots of money so they can shower me with lots of gifts to keep me happy".
Her last comment hit me, money I could care less for money. Just as long as he was there to be by my side, that's my ideal prince.
"They must love me and all my selfishness. You understand don't you, peasant". In a way I did or I felt like I did. "Yeah, I do" I smiled, even though she could not see me nor could I see her. I felt happy enough to smile.
"Oh and while I was looking for my prince. I guess I went a little to far when searching" Mary giggled.
"And that's how I got my very own white room" she stated. She knew why she was here. I feel so confused.
"I don't really remember what my life was like before the white room. I don't even know why I'm here! I can't remember!" I shouted. Realizing that I just yelled
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell" I said apologetically.
"It's okay deary, you don't need to remember. I'll be here with you for as long as it takes for you to feel better" Mary said sweetly.
"My name, I can remember my name" I was feeling dizzy.
"It's Clare G... Gr..." My chest became tight. I tried to remember but it hurts, it hurts to remember. Why does it hurt to remember?
"It's okay if you can't remember at least I know your name now, Clare" Mary said sweetly to try to calm my nerves.
"Those bullies that won't let me find my prince are probly the same ones that won't let you remember" she screamed.
But I want to remember, I need to remember. Why can't I remember? As I kept thinking, trying to remember, Mary kept rambling on and on about her ideal prince. I almost thought I heard a name before I drifted off into a deep slumber.
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