Right on Time

Chapter 10

Once when I was little kid, my parents hosted a Christmas dinner. It was the grandest dinner my seven year old eyes had seen. We had rented a hotel ballroom and it was magnificent. I was luxuriating in the warm glow the scattered candles and dimmed lights gave off. I was ogling the giant crystal chandelier which I had later learned was fake but my young mind did not know. I was preening at the amount of attention i was being given simply cause i was the hosts' daughter. My parents had invited tons and tons of people. I was under the impression that the whole wide world had somehow fitted itself into the ballroom. However there were only a hundred or so. But that was enough to somehow put me face to face with Bryan Kecher. I knew him since i was born, it would make sense considering he was the son of my parents' best friends. At barely eight, he towered over me. Everything had went well until he had come up to me. to say hi ,he said. Heaven knows that was far from his original intentions. He grabbed my hand and took me to the gigantic Christmas tree in the corner of the ballroom to ' show me something wonderful' . When we were out of sight, he had suddenly blindfolded me and stuffed my mouth with a donut. He was giggling and laughing madly. With a flourish of a pair of shiny scissors ,he proceeded to cut my ribbons that held together my braided hair. Bryan took his mother's lipstick and drew all over my face , claiming he was making me "beautiful". All this while, I was terrified. Being blindfolded while knowing someone was doing something to you but you have no idea what is the worst possible thing that could happen to a child. When he had finished his masterpiece, he dragged me to the center of the ballroom and removed my blindfold. The light had pierced my eyes making me squint so hard just to get a glimpse of my surrounding. I was so disoriented I had not made a single noise. Almost comically, i was stumbling around the room trying to find my parents. That sudden introduction to light and that disorientated feeling was what I was experiencing now.

I had woken up in a dollhouse. Literally. The walls were covered in a strangely familiar wallpaper that was blue and had gold flower accents. The bed was massive and was done up in a way that was similar to those of the Victorian era but with a more modern taste. The floor was cold , hard marble. There were basic furniture placed around the massive bedroom . Three doors were placed on each wall.

I rubbed my eyes ,trying to get used to the bright light. My head throbbed horribly. Like miners banging on the inside of my skull. I groggily got up from the bed and walked to the dresser stationed ,very conveniently, across the room. When I looked at mirror, my heart skipped a beat and I screamed.

And ,boy, was that a loud scream.

I was shocked and was very obvious scared out of my mind.

For my near-black brown hair was gone no more and was replaced with a silvery white with platinum blonde. My greenish-blue eyes had become greyish-white and my lashes were copper red. It was like I was a photo that had been whitewashed. Even my normally healthy tan complexion had somehow lightened to a shade so pale my veins were visible.

Freaked out, I slowly backed away from the mirror.

What kind of drugs did that emo dude give me?

He gave you nothing, just triggered what should have been triggered a while ago.

What the hell are you talking about? You know what? I am doubting your title as my own mind. Call me crazy but your not me. Your not me. Your something else, something twisted, something that is not natural.

Clever girl. Perhaps we had underestimated her. She is quite smart.

"It would appear so." the new voice took on a deep male tone, one that was amused. I whirled around to see emo dude ,but he was without his sweater, at the entranced to one of the three doors.

" What the hell? Who are you?" I yelled, convinced I lost my mind.

You haven't , you merely recovered it.

That makes no sense! Who are you?!

" Impatient as always," emo dude sauntered in and settled himself in the sofa at the window," that always did affected you. Having nothing to do. "

"shut up! You know nothing!" I shouted, not wanting to admit anything. It seems he had known that as he had let out a chuckle.

" I know enough. Let me introduce myself, I am Themis Ronas Lawson Darhki ,but you may recognise the title, The Darkened Prince, otherwise known as your Lover." he said , bowing deep before lifting his head with a dark smile of malice.