This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 4

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A cold raging black ocean.

A storm making the water into mountains.

And the tiniest lifeboat I had ever seen slowly sinking with me in it.

That's what it felt like. The visual was quite different though. 

I was sitting in a black void. Nothing there, nothing around me. Just emptiness. 
The first thing I realized was that I was trapped. The second thing made me panic even more as I tried to stand up and realize I was trapped in some sort of box. Just enough room for me to sit in it, hugging my knees close to my chest I watched as something, a figure darker than the black void around me, slowly approached the box.

After it had gotten closer and closer it stopped, three feet away from the box it stood, limbs not even visible, the only thing I was able to make out were two cold, dead, eyes staring at me.

It had been standing there for over half an hour as I suddenly heard a cold, harsh voice speak to me.

'What is it that you need?' 

I tried to answer but quickly realized I couldn't speak and I just opened and closed my mouth, trying to form words, trying to save myself from this place of suffocating silence. 

But the words wouldn't form, and the creature kept repeating and repeating and repeating and-

a sudden flash of bright, yellow light made my eyes glue themselves shut after I had opened them for a split second. I was laying on a very soft surface and my forehead felt wet. I slowly moved my arm upwards, relieved I could freely move I patted the object on my forehead to realize it was a wet towel. 
I frowned and was about to remove the sticky fabric off of my face as I heard someone practically yell my name.

"Virgil! You're finally awake! Goodness, I was almost getting sentimental about you not being there to drag us down all the time."

This must be Romans room. I opened my eyes just enough to look around and became to slowly get awareness of my surroundings. 

Roman, who had been standing in the shining white kitchen came walking back to the sofa where I had been laying on. The white walls had been covered in at least 100 Disney posters and fairy lights were hung all across the room. The sofa's both had this bright red colour that made me sick if I looked too long at them and the one which wasn't taken over by me laying on it was practically drowning in cushions and stuffed animals, all Disney or cartoon related of course. 

Yup, I was most definitely in Romans room.

The royal himself had taken his seat on the other couch, coffee mug in the form of the small cup called 'chip' in the movie beauty and the beast and bright red robe covering his bare chest, his frozen pyjama bottoms barely visible underneath the robe.

"So why did you do it?"

I looked at him in confusion. I still had absolutely no clue of what was going on and I didn't want to know either. I just wanted to lay on this strangely comfortable couch, snuggle up under the fuzzy blanket that was wrapped around me and never have to face my job again. 

"Why did I do what?" I asked after the silence had gotten awkward and I could no longer pretend the sofa was of any interest to me. 

"Why did you let Thomas have an attack?" Prince was getting very annoyed with me and I didn't know if he'd be able to stop himself from strangling me if I gave him an honest response.

I decided it was worth a try.

"I didn't."