Castaway ۞

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The way he said it made me shudder, almost the same as when your watching one of those weird documentaries of the discovery channel, and they tell you about all the ways a fly can mess up your food. And it felt like that's what he's done to me, like I was the innocent food, waiting to be eaten by someone, when all of a sudden this fly decided he was the one to eat me. But no he wouldn't eat me like any other person, no he would vomit on me, then stamp his vomit into me until I was soft enough, he would then proceed to slurp me up, and dispose of me on the plate for someone else to eat.

Ok that was maybe a little dramatic

But I felt like I hate been let down but also supported by the same person. He told me this house was mine, and I could do what I wanted in it. I just couldn't do the one thing I wanted to... leave.

He left the room after helping me out of bed and making sure the medication I had taken the night before had worn off. I would usually do this myself everyday before school or work, but it did feel nice to have someone there to help me through it. I didn't have a chance to ask his name, and I wasn't sure if he's still even be in the house to I decided to go in search for his room to borrow something to wear on my lower half.

There seemed to be corridor after corridor, and the never seemed to lead anywhere. Each corridor was littered with different sketches and paintings and even just small quotations of what could work as song lyrics. I finally got to a door. I didn't know if it was a bedroom, it could be some 50 shades of grey room for all I knew.

But nonetheless I twisted the handle and pushed open the door. It wasn't the nicest of rooms, but it was still breath taking. The bed was unmade but in such a perfect way, and the huge windows with the most stunning view of the ocean. I walked closer, getting lost in the waves, standing for longer than I probably should have.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" I spun round far too fast for someone who had been standing for so long, and felt my body fall straight to the floor. My limbs sprawled in all directions, my hair flying in my face and on the floor and of course, due to my lack of bra by boobs pressed into my chest with so much force I felt the tears spring to my eyes.

I heard him chuckle, but it wasn't in a way that made me feel stupid or clumsy, one that made me take in the situation and almost let out a small laugh myself. I didn't thought, I still didn't know this mad man and I didn't want him to feel like he had any more power over me than he did.

"Need some help princess?" I shook my head and got up myself. "What can I do to be of service m'lady?" He did some fake bow and laughed. I just scowled at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'd like to borrow some trousers please." I kept the stern look on my face, not finding the situation I was in amusing in any way shape or form.

He grabbed a pair of checkered pyjama bottoms out of a drawer and handed them to me. He smiled as he handed them to me, I just mumbled a small 'thank you' and walked back out of the door. I didn't want anymore to do with him. I found my way back to my room and pulled on the bottoms. They were only slightly too big, but they were comfortable enough. I examined the room around me. White walls, similar to the walls in the last room, and a light, blue toned white bedding set. There what nothing else in the room.

At all.

Not a dresser, not a night stand, no wardrobe, no chest of draws. Literally nothing.

"If i'm gonna be here for a while, I have some decorating to do"