My Paradise

My Paradise-- part seven

My Paradise- Part seven

Oh no.

That is the only thing that comes to my mind. My rational thought is no more. My adrenaline is taking over everything, making me immovable with tons of energy. In ten minutes, my world has been flipped, turned around, and shaken. My mind is on lock-out mode, and my body is on immovable, shut-down mode. Being paralyzed and thoughtless-painful. Black spots are forming in front of my eyes. S. H. O. C. K.

...........brain not functioning...............brain not functioning........

More black spots. I try to grab the floorboards, my attempt to hold onto reality. I am not successful. So I relax my hands, palms facing floorboards .

........WAIT........

................thought process booting......mind coming online............

Get up.

My body fights off shock. Every cell reboots and comes back to life.

....Acting process awake.....

It is as if nothing has happened. The flowers become a strange gift.. My body is reactivating. Fighting the urge to fold up into a square. The feeling of fainting fades away, relieving my eyes of enclosing black spots.

The flowers soon find a home, in a vase by the fireplace. Well not all of them. For after the Shock spell, rage took over. Flowers+ me mad+ fire = Dying Flowers. I toss all the red roses into the fire, one by one, to watch them burn, slowly. After the crimination of roses, I pull "Sam" from his new hiding place- behind my pillow. It is time to de-stress properly.

To keep my mind busy and also to prevent shock from taking over, I write. I write everything that has happened in the past week; the invitation, the driver and his warning, the dance, the ball, the walk with the stranger, the stranger's face, the dash away, the guard-everything. I must have wrote for a long time, because my eyes are drooping shut. My vision is going blur, fading away, getting replaced by a starting dream.

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"Come, follow my voice.", a ghostly whisper calls out. My feet start walking on their own accord. It is as if my body is separated from my brain. No matter what my brain commands, my feet will not listen. Frustrated, my brain screams out, but nothing hears this scream. For the scream is trapped in it's own echo.

"That's good! Now follow this sound." The sound of water slowly dripping fills this dark void, that I am walking in. Not knowing which way to go, I am confused at first, but then I start walking North. The dripping slows and becomes tranquil. Something tells me I am going the right way. My feet lead on, and the sound dies away. Then the Nature's beauty scene fills every dark space of air, breaking me from the invisible snake charmer's spell, connecting my body back to my mind again. My feet stop abruptly, my conscious sinks back in, making the mysterious Casanova's voice to vanish insensately.

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Knock! Knock! Knock! Three loud knocks awaken me. After being startled back into reality, I sneak back to my room, not making a sound. "Sam" is then slipped underneath my mattress- his new, new hiding spot. A new song comes blaring through my stereo system, covering the creaks and whines that come from my floor, on my way back.

"Miss! Misss! MISS!", an urgent voice echoes through my door. I do not reply, knowing that the song is masking this interruption.

"Sir, I don't think Miss is home.", whines a scared voice.

"No, Miss is home.", replies the strong voice, declaring that he is alpha and he calls the shots. I still do not allow my presence to be known. Listening to the voices, my heart pounds, my mind is trying to fight off Shock, while yet again, my body is paralyzed.

"Drop a rose. She'll get it later," the alpha voice commands.

"Yes sir. That is the last one.", states the scared voice.

A second later the sound of clanking metal fills my ears.

Guards. Not a guard. Guards. Not two. But many.

Oh. Oh no. Not again. Here we go!

Black spots return, my body locks, and my mind goes blank. The only difference is that my palms are facing up, as if they are symbolizing they are giving up.

Here it comes .

The disaster of not being able to control my feet. My mind knowing that following the voice , would not be good. Sigh. Thank-you, Nature's beauty. Saving me again, this scene is truly beautiful. Sigh. Black spots relieve my eyes. A light rain shower moves in.

Patter, patter. Rain sounds like little footprints on my roof. Soothing.

I haven't moved in a long time. Fear has filled every cell in my body. Adrenaline is consuming my blood, like an I.V. filled with medicine. The adrenaline fills me with the feeling of fearlessness. I feel as if I am a Greek Goddess, with every power at my fingertips. The world is a thrown, and it is my thrown. With this feeling, I jump up. Nothing is going to stop me.

I open my door to watch the rain fall, but someone is blocking my view. There he stands, the handsome guy I ditched, looking beautiful, sopping wet from the rain, He is not facing my door, so he does not notice that it is open. I clear my throat, to allow my presence to be known. He doesn't seem to recognize that there is another human being standing near him. The way he stands of a statue with blinking eyes,

At this reminder, my heart freezes. Is this the mysterious guard, that I have let inside my home? Why is he not noticing me? UGHHHHH!!! Then the stranger, FAINTS!

Oh no.

What am I going to do? Should I leave him out in the rain? Why is he here? Does he know who I am? Ugh.

Stupid heart. It is so kind. Too kind.

Of course the stranger is pulled from the rain. He is now resting on a pillow, on my floor. Other than a simple snore now and then, the stranger is very quiet. Allowing me to read my Wuthering Heights, in peaceful tranquility. I finish in record time.

Sighing, I do not know whether to cook for one or for two. So I sit there and sigh again, then pout.