My Immortal (H.S.)

Chapter 10

Rose

I feel light emerge on my eye lid and I flutter my eyes open. My eyesight blurry. I feel my skin as it is wrapped in something soft and plush. My eyes finally focus on an open window as the sheer white curtain flows against the wind. I stare at it for a second and try to remember what happed last night.

I remember the party, dancing, I remember I fainted...I got slapped and ...Harry.

I sit up  and look around. The walls were painted soft lilac, the furniture was white and different shades of pink, the bed I was currently sitting was white. White sheets , pillows, the whole bed looked like a cloud.

I divide to pull the duvet off and explore the rest of the room. I lift my feet off the bed and onto the soft carpeting, I walk over towards the makeup stand with a mirror and look at my reflection. I still wore my dress from last night, my hair was messy from twisting and turning last night. My makeup is smudged and with faint streaks of mascara down my cheek from crying. I look at the clock and notice it says 11:00 am. I look over at the small note next to my pillow,

Be awake by 8:00am.

I look over at the clock and read 10:00am.

Great, I'm late. Just when I say that, the door nob opens and in comes a woman with a dress shirt and a pencil skirt. She was holding a agenda as she occasionally wrote little things onto it, maybe reminders.  Her golden hair was in a tight, neat bun, classic dark crimson lipstick. She looked like she was in her 40's. She was rather scary , uptight..., shivers ran up my spine.

"Hello, my name is Ms. Moore. You must be Rosalie Williams. The new slave." I immediately straighten up and go stiff.

"Just Rose, Rose is fine." I utterly reply.

"Very well then...just Rose." She mocks. Well, there goes my first impressions. She pulls out a pen and opens the journal in her hand, she writes something down and soon snaps it shut single handed. I flinch at her sharp attitude.

"Get dressed, then follow me." She points to the door and walks out.

I puff out a breath, "guess I'm gonna have to get used to it."

But let's think on the bright side, who knows what could happen.

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Once I am Finally dressed I head over to the door, ms. Moore waiting patiently as she writes something in her folder to later snap it shut when I try to take a peak at it.

"Ready, follow me." She said as she walked to the right and out the hallway and into a large flight of stairs. I speed walked over , trying to keep up with her fast pace.

"Sorry I'm late." I stated as i looked at the floor below me. "You have been excused by Mr. Styles , so their is no need to worry. It was dead silent afterwards.

Once we finally get to the last few steps she speaks up. "Now, You have been assigned a job as a maid, you shall clean the book shelves, desks, everything from the floors to the ceiling. Others are doing this as well."

"Wait, all of it?" She stopped and looked at me as if I were joking. "Yes all of it. Then next week you'll be moved to being in the kitchen, laundry and so forth." She continued walking. She walked over to a small door and pulls out a bucket of cleaning products. Here you shall start in the restrooms. Entering another room we get to the restrooms, she opens the doors and gestures for me to go in. I go, bad mistake, in the bathroom there is lipstick and makeup everywhere. The toilet walls are dirty with writing all over them, there is probably not  single thing clean in there. I wanted to scream.

"Well that should be all, good bye now. I'll be back to check at three, good luck!" She shut the door and I race over to get ask questions, when I turn the knob, it won't budge. It's locked. Great.

I turn and put my back against the wall. "This is gonna be hell."

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Harry

I hear her footsteps at the corner of the hall. I wait impatiently until she finally turns to walk to me. She begins to say, "she's in the restroom, cleaning." I nod and look towards the ground.

"Good. Keep a close watch on her she may be the key in order to end this war. Also, Be very alert, there is news about the V.P.H. and that they are coming soon. " She nods. She sighs. "Very well then, anything else?" I shake my head. "I'll go now." She walks past me and up the stairs once again. 

I walk back to my floor and into my study. Book shelves replete with books of all sorts. A dark brown polished desk, leather chair, papers neatly organized, my laptop, . And a picture of me and my sister, Gemma. I really miss her. They say she was killed by the V.P.H. I'm not sure whether to believe that. I don't like to talk about it alot. But, I know she's out there, somewhere.

I shake my head and try to erase the memories of Gemma. The past is the past, but why do I feel like my past has a hold of me?

I shake the thought away and think of last night.  Rose , I wonder how she's what she's doing. Then, my curiousity gets the best of me and I am already at the stairs.

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Rose

My arm begins to ache as I continue scrubbing the walls of the stall , trying to brush off the explicit word written across it. Sadly very little is coming out. It has been about an hour and a half since I was locked in.  I clean everything else or what was able to come off. All except this stupid word on a stalls wall. It is starting to make me frustrated.

I begin to grow annoyed and start scrubbing harder and harder. Making my arms work harder and aching more.

I hear the door click open and I immediately go still. I look at the time, 2:30 what? I thought I had until three? I hear footsteps as they grow closer and closer to my stall.  Wait, these photsteps didn't sound familiar, they where very smooth and slow. The intimidating footsteps bece louder by the step and my nerve were getting the best of me.

Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me.  I shut my eyes and duck my head , in hopes it doesn't find me. It's steps grow bigger and more fast pace. Until everything grows silent. I try to calm my irrational breathing. It is only then when I am met with Green orbs and curly hair.

Harry?