I grumble out profanities as I walk through the halls to find my room.
The stages. What the fuck were the stages of grief? Um...
You know what? I don't even care. Let me take this like a hurricane.
When I get to my room door, I push it open, walk in, and close it behind me.
Despite being blacked out for I don't know how long, I was extremely tired. I change out of the bloody clothes, putting them in a garbage can and reminding myself to burn them later.
Then, I slip on some comfortable clothes and lay in bed, looking at he ceiling. By what I could see from the window, he moon was high in the night sky. Guess it was pretty late.
I sigh as I feel the darkness of sleep tug at my senses. I gladly welcome it.
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I wake up but don't open my eyes. I could feel I was in my soft bed and I didn't want to wake up.
Try as I might to fall back asleep, I couldn't. Something like curiosity tugged at me, curiosity for what I'm not sure.
Grumbling a bit, I slowly open my eyes and see golden morning light shining through the window. I sigh a bit and scan my eyes over the room.
As soon as I took in the surroundings, I realized two things. 1: I was not in my room at the mansion. 2: By the looks of the walls, I was in some sort of log cabin. If all else fails I can set this place ablaze.
I move my feet out from under the covers and hop off of the soft bed. I hiss as he cold floor touches my bare feet. I walk over to the window and look outside.
It looks like I was right. A cabin of some sort. When I saw the view, I was speechless. It was absolutely beautiful to me.
I see I was in some sort of forest. There was a heavy fog, making the golden sunlight bend in the air.
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(Looked like this ^)
Before I give myself time to marvel at the beauty, I have to figure out where I was and how I got here.
I turn away from the window and walk towards the closed door of the room. Taking a deep breath, I put my hand on the knob, turn, and push the door open.
When I walk out into the hallway, I feel the air shift considerably. Whereas the air in the bedroom was warm and comforting, the air in the hallway was cool and fresh.
I take in a deep breath as I walk through the hallway, the floorboards creaking slightly under me. As I tiptoe into the kitchen, I see someone standing in front of the counter. Black hair, obviously male, looked considerable stronger than me even though he also looked fairly skinny.
Welp. I'm fucked.
I stay silent for a few seconds, thinking about what I was going to do. I don't see any visible weapons, and it appeared he had a knife in his hand, softly chopping some sort of vegetable while humming softly. Acting like he didn't just kidnap someone.
Wait. If he kidnapped me... why is he just casually making food while not making sure I was tied up or something.
Whatever. Not the issue.
"Good morning." He said over his shoulder. I jump back a little in surprise.
Is he talking to me? (You talkin' to me?!)
"I said good morning." He said, with a slight chuckle in his voice. His voice was honestly music to my ears. Not creepy like I had been expecting. It was sweet and slightly rough, like when you just wake up.
He turns around and smiles at me while tilting his head. My eyes widen with the memory that the face brought.
He grins a bit more, still keeping the calm and kind expression that seemed to stick with my dead friends. (All my friends are dead yeah)
"Cat got your tongue?" He joked, putting his hand on the counter and leaning back. The sun shined off his face as he laughed a little.
"O-Oliver?" I say quietly, tears start to come to my eyes. These people won't just let me freaking grieve!
"The one and only." He said, doing a little dork bow. A slight smile forms on my face while tears were still building up.
No. No crying for things that aren't lost.
I smile wider as I blink away the tears.
"How?" He gets a cute little confused face and tilted his head. Then he smiles again.
"Oh yeah, you got the little 'trauma' memory loss case, ehehe, sorry about that."
"So, you know how you went to that field with Aron when he was your guardian?" I nod and look around. This was most definitely not a field.
"That wasn't Aron's spirit coming into your dreams, that was you going to Aron's happy place in your dreams. After someone dies, and they aren't ready to leave, they go either to the person or place that they love most in the world. Of course they can't stay with them, so they go to their happy place." He explained. I marvel at the simple beauty of the cabin and the dawn lit forest out the window.
"So this is your happy place?" I say, slightly surprised. He nods, looking a little proud. I look over his shoulder at the food he had been cutting and cooking.
"You can cook?" I ask. He nods again.
"Yup. In fact, it's almost done, want some?" This was freaking unexpected. I didn't know he could cook, nor that his happy place was this calming.
"I didn't know you could cook..." I admit as I walk closer to him.
"There's a lot you don't know about me." He said as he looked back. I expected a wink to come with his but instead I got a warm smile on what I'm going to admit was one of the most handsome faces I had seen.
He leans down and puts his forehead against mine. And since he seems to be keeping to a streak of surprising me, he closes his eyes and smiles sweetly. Then he pulls back again and turns around, getting back to work on whatever he was making.
