"Today was the day, my parents had finally given up on me, and I wasn't sure how to feel about that."
Ever feel like your own mind, your own body, is keeping secrets from you?
My name is Eden Moore, and I'm not scared of spiders, or snakes, I'm sca...
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I was awake. Wasn't I? I'm warm, too warm. A whispered groan left my throat. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling, I was inside. Laying on my back, I waited for my vision to clear itself. I was laying on the sofa in the parlour, covered with a wool blanket, and dressed in a crisp white nightgown that didn't belong to me. I wasn't alone either.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Enoch sitting in the armchair next to the sofa. Enoch. He was sitting, resting his forearms on his knees, and twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed me awakening, although I hadn't moved a muscle yet. I decided to sit up, my head throbbed as pushed my self upright. I groaned again, coughing to clear my heavy lungs.
Enoch stood up so fast, I barely saw him move. I tried to swing my legs over to stand, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Don't." He said firmly. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, but no, I don't know..." I croaked, my voice hoarse. The strange salty taste on my lips triggering my memory. I was going to Miss Magpie for sure. The strangest thing was, I didn't regret it. If anything, I wanted to go out there again.
Enoch slowly and gently pushed me back down, so I was lying on my back once more. He pulled a pouf towards the sofa and sat on it, arms crossed. A serious expression crossed his face.
"So what the hell was that about? I thought you'd drowned." His voice was strong and harsh. I didn't reply, just glanced at him, then let my eyes go out of focus.
"Did you really not know who we were?"
I held my eyes closed for a long second, then opened them to respond in a throaty whisper. "I don't know."
"Yeah, well you seem to not know a lot of things at the moment." He muttered, almost growling.
"Did Miss Peregrine ask you to come look for me?" I coughed heavily after I said it, causing him to shift in his seat.
"No. Why?" He answered, his expression changing to a more confused one.
"T-then why did you?" I was finding it more and more difficult talk without coughing. My lungs felt like lead balloons.
"Because I- " He sighed, like he decided against saying something. "Because I know how stupid you can be."
There was a minute of silence, then I cleared my throat to speak.
"Enoch?" I croaked.
"Yes?"
"What happened to me back on the beach?"
Enoch seemed uncomfortable with that question, but I wanted an answer anyway. I would much rather him tell me, than Miss Peregrine.
"The bird said- " He paused. "Miss Peregrine said that your peculiarity took over your head for a bit. You couldn't think straight."
