Invisible

ELEVEN

ELEVEN

I floated through the gargantuan house. It was all white, black, metal and classic. The ceiling was high up, all the way to the third floor. It was indeed a mansion. I felt like I was at the center of a huge maze. Behind me, the huge double doors were shut. At the far front, all the way across of what seemed to be an elegant ballroom, a wide flight of marble stairs accented by a red carpet that led the way to the second floor. Surrounding everything else were entryways to different hallways, all which seemed to be decorated by pieces of art, antique furniture, vases filled with colorful flowers, and more red carpets placed on the center.

I floated up the flight of stairs only to be greeted by windows bigger than Spencer’s apartment walls. Its red drapes each tied to one side. The marble floors seemed cold, but polished and reflected the light from the windows. There was a huge statue of a head; someone familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my nose on it. To each of my side were two equally wide (but not as wide as the main staircase) staircases. Still beautifully accented by the same red rugs they seemed to use everywhere.

I took my chances, I went right. Floating up the stairs, finally noticing the grand chandelier in the middle of the ballroom. It was huge, with crystals dangling from its golden curves. A lovely golden spiral perched from underneath it. It was elegant and majestic, but not too flashy.

The hallway to the actual second floor welcomed me. Now that I am up here, I saw that taking either of the stairs would lead me to the same place. I could see the other side from here. It was as elegantly decorated as any part of the house I looked to. Railings in front of rooms and random hallways surrounded the ballroom. It was a lovely view. Different rooms; different white doors everywhere! Hallways that seemed to wind up and down into different sub hallways made me dizzy for a couple of seconds. But I am not going to find Spencer’s sister this way. I started in what looked like the master bedroom. On the far right turn of the hallway I was standing in, where the railings led to three or four steps, leading to a different balcony; which seemed to be there specifically to be the center of attention. Behind it, the white double doors with golden handles stood quietly. I’m starting there.

I float slowly, hearing the muffled sounds from the people behind it. They must still be awake. I was quarter of the way there when the doors swung open and Jamie came marching out. A voice called after her.

“Keep this up and you will surely end up like…” it was cut off.

Jamie turned around with a hateful look and marched off once again into the door parallel to where I was standing.

Instead of going into the master bedroom, I followed Jamie, my original purpose of entering this lovely abode.

Although calling it ‘abode’ could be the understatement of the year. This mansion is overqualified to be called a castle!

Jamie sobs into a pillow. She was on a white four-poster bed, with pink sheets. Pink! Finally! A color other than black, white, silver, and gold! Someone is actually alive in this ancient elegance of a home.

On both sides of her huge bed were two giant windows; somewhat like the windows downstairs. But her plush pink drapes were loose; it covered nearly the entire window. There was just enough space for a stripe of moonlight to enter her huge bedroom.

Unlike the outside, her bedroom had a white carpet that covered the entire area. To my left was a white grand piano; it had picture frames on top of it. To my left was a giant pink mirror. And a vanity stool; guess the color (Yes. Pink)

Her bedside tables were white, but her lampshades were pink ballerinas. The legs were the stand, the tutu as the shade. The rest of its body just stood out on top of it. There was a built in couch on each of the giant windows (yes, pink too).