I get up, feeling like crap. I check out my surroundings and surprised to find me not in my cramped room but in some very white place. Not heaven, it looks similar to the infirmary but better looking. I try to get up but fail, I feel so weak. A woman dressed in white dress with a tag that says "Sheila", and wearing a white hat. She comes to me and says,"You awake? Good, I have bad news and good news, I'll start with bad, the stab in your right arm was healing, I guess, but the knife that stabbed you probably had poison soaked on it and the good news is you're lucky you got here on time or you would have been dead by now". I'm shocked at first but I ask her,"How long have I've been here, a couple of hours?".
"4 days you have been asleep, well till now, you should get more rest to get better". I nod and I snooze off to sleep.
I wake up feeling a lot better, but I still feel a bit dizzy. I get off of the bed wearing nothing except a funny white gown, I stretch out for a bit.
ACHOO
I look to see the little girl that always followed me standing by the bed next to my bed. This was my chance, I could ask her who she is, and what she is doing.
"Um, excuse me, uh little girl who are you and what exactly are you doing?"
She stares at me quietly, frozen in motion. But she speaks up.
"I'm Diana. And I can't tell you, sorry."
"It's okay Diana, but why do you always follow me?". I need to know.
"That I also can't tell you, you probably should get some rest like the big lady said."
What is her purpose? Why does she stalk me all the time? I climb back into bed, feeling a bit tired, I fall asleep again.
I have a wonderful dream where I hear his soothing voice and his emerald green eyes, the way he is dressed is so mysterious, when he was at the right place at the right time. Who is Skylar really?
I wake up to see I'm in brand new clothes, washed too, I smell like roses or something. My hair is pulled up into a donut bun, I love saying that, I'm wearing a pink ruffly dress that goes to my knees, I'm wearing white flats and there is a white bow on my donut bun. But what really surprises me is I'm not in the better infirmary or the forest where the main hiding is, but I'm in the most spectacular place I've ever seen. In a gigantic white room, with a big chandelier, the comfiest white sofas and a couple of small white-glass tables, and there is a grand piano right in the center of the large room. I'm seated far from it, I get up and started walking to it, I push a few keys but I don't really make a melody. That child of yours is a prodigy! A flash of memory pops up so quickly but goes away. I shake it off.
"Loralie? Is Loralie Present?"
I hear a voice and turn around, its a old woman but she stands tall with grace.
"Um, yes, I'm Loralie, here".
"Good, good, come here child".
I walk to her, not knowing who she is and what she wants.
"Loralie, do you know who you are?"
That question really strucks me, I think but the only things I remember till now was since I started training and going into hiding.
"Well, I'm a girl-"
"No! I mean who you really are."
I think for a while but then I reply.
"I'm a hunter who try's to survive and will help anyone in-." Another flash of memory pops up but this time it stays longer. Loralie how could you! You killed them, you killed then both! I scream in horror in what I just saw, I killed some people, but who, I never remember this. The old woman try's to hush me.
"Don't scream in front of an elderly! I'm not that old!"
I apologize. She tells me to call her Baba Yana, very funny, I know, she says I'm going to have to stay away from all the hunting nonsense. She says that poison effected my quick reaction thinking , so let's say if a bullet goes past me, it would take me a while to realize I have to run, scary, but I might recover in less then 3 months. She says my new job will have to learn the basics of living and important stuff. I ask her about if I could learn the piano.
"A music lover? Well sure I don't see why not if only you succeed in it in no less then a month. Are you up for the challenge?". I nod in reply.
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Her Unknown Secret(ON HOLD)
Teen FictionLoralie, the 15 year old, red head, with an unknown secret. Is she safe? Will she be dead either way? Can a monster love it's own killer? _____________________________________ Loralie learns things for the first time, meets people that may be...