I woke up in something I hadn't seen in a long, long time, a bed. I reached out to Alexander, trying to see things through his eyes. This place definitely isn't the cellar, if anything it looks like... NO! Not this place! I need to get out!Get out! Alexander isn't letting me move, 'What are you doing!? We need to get out!'. He says we need to find out what is going on here before making any rash decisions. 'Fine, but the second I see her, we're gone', he agrees.
I decide to actually open my eyes, oh would you look at that, food. 'When did she start caring?'. Then again it could be poisoned, she would do that. I sit up 'ugh, she put her scent all over me, that bitch' I looked at the rags she put on me, her own. 'I rather wear actual rags, at least those don't have her scent.. wait' I went to touch my neck, to make sure it was still there. I could feel it, it was definitely there but I couldn't see it on the mirror next to me. 'You're hiding it aren't you?' Alexander confirms. I breathed a sigh of relief at sensing that, if I were to lose it anyone would be able to control Alexander for whatever they wanted. I looked through a window that was in the room 'cloudy and almost raining, my favorite!' a smile managed to creep on my face at seeing the weather, 'I guess it's nice to finally be out of that place, now all I have to do is kill her and get out'. Alexander tells me that someone is coming, so I instantly throw myself on the bed pretending to sleep. 'I don't need my eyes anyway, I can see through Alexander's just fine' Alexander once more reminds me not to be rash, I mentally stick my tongue out at him.
It's a while before the person enters the room'...wait...That is not my mother'. I can't make out fine details with Alexander's eyes, but I can see enough to know that the person taking a seat at the side of my bed is not the monster that I knew when I was little. First of, I could tell it was a male judging by the nonexistent curves, he's also a blond like me except it's lighter and looks more, well blond. He sits down at the side of my bed not really doing anything but watching me sleep.
The boy almost dozes off until I decide to speak "who are you?". The boy almost falls out of his chair, how adorable. I open my actual eyes and sit up to look at the boy, he seems... familiar.
YOU ARE READING
Unwanted
ParanormalA young boy wonders around his parents property after his mother's death. He remembers that there is a place that his mother never let him go. Upon arriving at a cellar there he finds a secret, a very dark secret.
