A Twist in time

Chapter 2

Groggily Amelia awoke to find herself in a strange room, dimly lit by a few dozen candles that clung to a wax covered chandelier. Casting an amber glow and warmth over the room. 

    “What…in the absolute hell happened?”  She questioned as she began to sit up only to be smacked with an immense headache pounding away. Wincing in pain she plopped down onto her back, staring up at the rose covered canopy that draped over the bed, while she ran her hand through her hair to inspect the damage. Was she dreaming? Didn’t feel like a dream with the headache. Her blood went cold when her fingers trailed over a patch of dried blood with a goose egg sized bump beneath it. 

    “Was I knocked out?” She whispered aloud to herself, being careful to keep her voice low in case whoever knocked her out was near. Her attention was soon drawn away from her wound to inspect the area round her, managing to sit up despite the pain in her head, wishing to figure out where she was. Whomever took her wanted her to be quite comfortable. The lush bed she laid upon attempted to swallow her whole in the sea of softness, her body sinking into the bed, with a mountain of ivory colored pillows behind her. A few heavy blankets made from wool were laid upon her and the heat from the room casted away any cold. Anxiety prickled through her, fearing the worst of her kidnappers. Taking in a deep breath, she prepared herself to face whomever or whatever was beyond the canopy. Gingerly she pulled back the curtain only to feel her fears grow the more she saw of this room. Expecting something modern only to be met with a scene straight out of one of a medieval show. The room was enormous with her placed at the far left of the room with the headboard pressed against the wall. Not far from the bed was the long, narrow, window that was concealed with two heavy plum colored drapes. Keeping out all forms of light. Cautiously Amelia got out of bed, despite her body’s protests, to get a better look at the rest of the room. A sturdy wood dresser loomed in the far corner of the room, hidden away by the shadows casted by the candles. A gold cast bowl rested upon it with an empty water pitcher and a brush beside it. In the middle of the room rested two couches facing opposite of each other, a low to the ground coffee table separated the space. Fire furiously burned in the fireplace on the opposite side of the room, embers sparking and crackling just out of reach of the plush carpet and bed. A pile of logs were stacked neatly in a metal basket near by. Amelia’s brown eyes gazed upon the door to her right, wondering if it was locked, before she turned her attention back to the window. Many thoughts rattled through her brain, trying to balance between the thoughts and the pain. She wondered where she was and how she managed to end up in a room like this. Neither her friends nor her family were rich enough to afford such a room, let alone any of the furniture. Her brother was in the army, but he was simply a lieutenant and couldn’t have possibly made any enemies yet. Hidden camera show? No, no one would dare considering what she went through in the past and even if they did, she didn’t think they would go this far. She could feel her body tremble, feeling it harder and harder to breath as she stood there. The more she tried to piece together the puzzle, the more emotions she felt begin to bubble up inside of her. Feeling dizzy she decided to sit back down, but quickly noticed something else was new. The feeling of silk. Amelia never wore silk. Fearfully she glanced down at her body only to shove her hands into mouth to choke back a scream. Her comfortable t-shirt and shorts were now replaced with a long sleeve, cream colored, night gown that barely went down to her ankles. The dress barely clung to her body as it was just a size too big. How had she not noticed this before? She questioned herself. Pressing her hands firmly to her face, she slowly counted to ten with her eyes closed. Feeling her fear melting away only to be replaced by anger. Clapping her hands together she sprang to her feet, determined to kick whomever put her in this room. Despite the fact that she couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper bag, she was determined to try. She marched her way over to the window and yanked the curtains to the side, causing a layer of dust to fly around the room. After a fit of coughing she drew closer to the looming window. First this stranger ruined her first night of summer break, brought her to a strange room, and now took her favorite lazy attire. Someone was going to die. Amelia peered out of the window and noticed it was much darker than a normal summer night.