Time
The spring thaw has been over for a month. My time is slimming. I've woken up with eggplant coloured bruises on my legs arms and neck several times now. They want me dead. I understand that better then anyone who has ever set foot inside this god forsaken mansion. Probably why I've survived so long.
I step out into the warming air, the morning dew cooling me feet and making this place smell somewhat pleasant. The summer solstice is coming. I can feel the energy shifting around me from the minute I step foot outside. The grass and trees are greener. The birds swoop at my annoying long black hair. I can hear the call of cows looking for their newborns and the flowers starting to bloom. I see the coffee shop guy sitting in the flowers weaving them together into flower crowns. The fuck?
"Why are you still here?" My tone is direct and sharp, like a blade piercing through the flesh of innocents. It's barely morning and I've already had my morbid thought of the day. I mentally scold myself, waiting for an answer.
"Is it so wrong to be concerned about you?" He tilts his head. His hair falls slightly to the side looking as soft as ever. Now that I get a better look, his skin isn't tan but the colour of that mud from the mountains that helps purify your skin. I squint slightly at him.
"I've only just met you. It's not like we are close or anything" I hear a loud groan for the inside and walk up to the coffee guy. He looks up at me with an innocent smile on his face.
"Besides, you mistook me for a female when we first met. Not that I care, it just gets annoying after the first few hundred times" I keep glancing back at the house. Something is watching me, waiting for the perfect time to strike and I'm not about to give it to it. The guy seems to flush a bit and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Did I really just make someone feel vulnerable?
"Sorry about that. You do have a very feminine look to you but I suppose how you've been living isn't exactly helpful" He glances at the house. Can he feel the eyes too? I feel adrenaline rush through my veins at the thought.
I feel the cool wind bite at my skin. I don't really have much for clothes so I just wear a ratty old nightgown. The creek of the porch swing makes me snap my head towards the house. There it sits, clear as day and it vanishes in a blink on an eye. I suppress a scream. Strong arms wrap around me and my face is buried in the coffee guys chest before I can object. Every muscle in my body tenses. No one has touched me in so many years. I can't even remember the last time I even shook someone's hand.
"What are you doing?" My voice is raised but muffled by his chest. All I get is a low chuckle and then a warm energy coursing through my veins. He smells like cologne and well made coffee. I bite my tongue.
"Answer my question" I try to snap but for some reason my tone is softened. He's like me. The realization hits me like a tone of bricks before I drift off into the black abyss of sleep.
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That was fun. Gotta like revealing things but by bit. I really like this chapter even though it's short. Please don't be afraid to comment your theories and make grammar corrections. Both are amazing. Thanks for reading!
-Kitty
