Chapter 7
The night begins to take over, I may not see it but I can feel it, plus, that's what the clock says. Instead of staying in the same as I slept in the other night, they put me in a new one. This room unlike the other has one window but of course with bars covering it. There is also one chair, a mattress; almost similar to the other but not quite worn out and not on the floor. Instead it lay on a shelf that is attached to the wall, only inches from the floor.
On the chair is one piece of paper with a pencil. Why they gave me a paper and pencil, I have no idea. I guess I'll find out sooner or later though. I flop down on the mattress, hitting my head on the small wooden headboard. I rub my head while I scan the room once more, one small dim light hangs from the center of the room, the dim light from the bulb blends in with the little light of the moon. I begin to whisper songs to myself, breaking the stiff silence surrounding me.
I kick my shoes off carefully onto the floor beside me and close my eyes, longing for sleep. I let silence consume the room once more and I let my thoughts drift off as I listen to my sharp breathing. My clothes continue to scratch my body, every once in a while new blood begins to drip out making my clothes stick even more.
I'm about to let sleep take over me just as the door opens. It opened so quietly I almost didn't hear it. I open my eyes immediately and turn my focus to the door. The light bulb had been turned off, making the room dark, the light of the moon only allowing me to see an out line of a figure. The dark outline stands perfectly still a couple of feet in front of me and very quiet. I continue to stare as I slowly sit up with my arms supporting me. I get ready to ask who it is when a voice echoes through the room.
"Hello, Allura,"
"You again?"
"I said you'd see me again," he teases.
"So soon though?" I smile slightly as I look at the blurry man.
"Don't pretend your not excited to see..."
"Not excited to HEAR you," I joke.
"So very true," even in the dark I can sense his smile.
"You have a habit of hiding in the dark."
"I never said I was hiding,"
"Then why turn off the lights?"
"Why have them on? Saves energy and money." true...
"So exactly why are you even here?"
"Do I have to have a reason?"
"Well you must have one if you keep coming and waking me up?" he begins to laugh silently into the dark.
"So, you like your sleep?"
"Yes very much!"
"I deeply apologize,"
"Why thank you,"
"Any time..." it goes quiet for a while and we just stare at each others dark figures.
"So... Are you going to make this a habit?"
"Habit of what?"
"Waking me up every night just so you can talk to someone."
"How'd you know...?"
"It wasn't hard to guess," I say, cutting him off.
"Really?"
"It was hard at first, but when I thought about it it made sense. Out of everyone you could talk to, you come to me. Which can only mean a few things." he goes quiet, considering my statement for a few minutes.
"Is Allura your real name?" he asks, changing the subject.
"Maybe,"
"maybe?"
"yes, I'm not giving you a straight answer, I don't even know your name, so why should you know mine?" he begins to mutter under his breath, the air around us going stiff. "So...?" I say breaking the silence.
"It's Sean," he says, his voice thick with regret for telling me.
"Sean? Nice to finally meet you, I'm Allura, Allura Hugh." I hold out my hand to his dark uneasy figure. After another moment of silence and perfect stillness he finally takes my hand and shakes it gently. His hand may be gentle but the skin dry and rough from working with his hands.
"Sean, Sean Taylor." he releases my hand and slowly walks to the chair and sits carefully on it as though it would break.
"Sean, why am I here?" I ask quietly.
"Because like others you were chosen,"
"To be sold,"
"But why?"
"Because, you were one of the best,"
"I am nothing..." he swiftly cuts me off before I can finish.
"You are the best because you have everything to make a... a lady," I slight laugh.
"A lady? Hardly,"
"Say what you want but you are the best there will be."
"I'll try and take it as a complement,"
"It is, and I hope you do," I stand up and walk towards the window staying out of the light, and stop in front of the corner.
"You talk to me like you know me, but I know nothing about you, how?"
"I know nothing about you but what others say,"
"Then you don't know me, no one does, not even myself."
"Maybe you just need somebody to help you find yourself?" he says more like a statement then a question. His words so close I can feel them run down the nape of my neck. I twirl around and freeze to find the dark shadow of his face near mine. I hold my breath and drop my eyes to his feet which can be vaguely seen.
His hand slowly raises to touch my scratched neck, his hot breath swirling off my stone cold skin. I lift my gaze to his dark blurry eyes and I am forced to release my breath. I take a few heavy breaths as his hand moves up my neck and stops slowly under the side of my jaw. I try to talk but find my voice captivated, leaving me to only be able to stare. He also stares back, we look at each other but our faces unseen except for our eyes, shining in the dim lighting.
His hand begins to glide across my face, touching every bump, every cut and scratch, making out every detail. Even though I don't know him I feel as though somehow he knew me, but I don't know how.
"Sean," I whisper roughly.
"...Yes?" he asks moments after his hand stops and drops back down to his side.
"Do I know you?" he remains quiet for a moment as though seriously thinking of what to say.
"Yes,"
"H-" he suddenly turns away from me, walking as fast as humanly possible to and out the door before I could even ask how. Instead I was just left there dumbfounded, left to figure out my own questions. The only solution to solving my questions it seams, is to forget them. Because I can tell no one is going to be whiling enough to answer them for me.
