Once Upon A December (Book 1)

Chapter 21-The Truth

Samantha's point of view
I woke up feeling worse than what I felt when I fell asleep, my heart aching and eyes burning from the tears that had left my eyes for me to sleep, I woke up, pain and confusion being the only things I felt as tears started to well up in my eyes, memories played in my head, only ones of a warm, small, yet familiar smile, the smile playing in the ridges of my brain, for it was all I had, all the hope, faith and maybe, just maybe, love, all in just the color of the smile, for I had never seen such a smile. I didn't bother to go outside my room, for I didn't feel like having something else take a toll on my already hurting heart, I got up from bed and went to the mirror, my eyes taking in my features, for I hadn't seen myself, my eyes only taking in the features of strangers, my eyes were brown, a beautiful brown that I had never seen, my skin having a slight tan and having no flaws in it, my hair coconut brown and growing down to the lower part of my back, my hair covering only half of my forehead and being flowy. My body was small, yet perfect in a way, on my collar bone was a grey moon necklace, one that resembled the moon perfectly, my body fitting perfectly in a white dress that I now noticed I was wearing, it being beautiful and for some reason, perfect for a girl like me, tears filled my eyes as I took in the familiar look of my eyes, them holding a strong spark that I had never seen, for some reason, it reminded me of the eyes that I couldn't remember, the same eyes that blurred in my memories. I smiled slightly for an odd reason, my smile matching the one that will forever be stuck in my head, my smile disappeared with the thought of the smile, my face falling into despair once again, tears filling my eyes again for what seemed to be the tenth time since I woke up from darkness, I combed my hair, it soothing me and calming me from breaking again to the world today, watching as my already soft hair grew softer with every slow stroke. "Don't you just wish they would tell you?" A voice asks, it almost scaring me if it wasn't so kind and gentle, I turned around to find another oddly familiar face, me turning to see a young man, one probably two years older than Jack, him having a sharp jawline and skinny body, his hair was slicked back and spiky, black as the night sky, a sky with no hope or trace for stars to outshine it, his eyes yellow and burning into my soul, I looked into them. His eyes intense and focused, I had never seen such eyes, yet through those eyes, I saw care and just a little bit of love in them as he saw me "who are you?" I ask, not afraid of the man I saw staring at me and sitting in my room "you may not know me, but I know you" he answers mysteriously "how do you know me?" I ask "all will become clear soon, only if you come with me" he says holding his hand out for me to take "why should I go with you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. "Because I have this" he says pulling out a golden half cylindrical object in his right hand, it having many colors on it, emeralds, rubies and lapis decorating the object, I stared at it in awe, the little holder having a picture of me in the front, I met his yellow eyes once again, realization hit me, literally, I stumbled back with wide eyes, making me hit my dresser and the vase sitting in it, making it crash to the floor and make the sound echo in the workshop "come with me. For unlike them, I won't hesitate to show you the truth" he says, I stare at his hand for a moment, but instantly get back up at take it, wrapping my left arm around his waist, while my right held his black vest right where his chest was, his arms wrapped around my waist gently and pulled me close, my face so close his warm breath gently kissed my lips, I stared at him, but instantly the guardians bust through my door, me feeling all the guardians eyes start at my back. I turned away from Pitch's eyes to stare at then, pain not in my eyes, but anger, anger that they never told me the truth, anger that they didn't give me anything, they didn't even try to help, just stare at me sadly, leaving me with anger and questions, I turned back to Pitch and gave him a small smile and with my smile we left, flying into the cool and crisp air of the morning sky, my hair dancing in the wind as we flew to an unfamiliar yet familiar place, to a little town I seemed to slightly recall, Burgess. We soared through the sky, day showing itself for the children happily playing in the snow, none of them noticing the girl flying above their heads, we flew further, away from town, and the town's happiness to the woods, a frozen lake sitting peacefully and waiting for someone to skate on it, I didn't know why, but this lake had a familiarity to it, many questions filled my head as we flew away from the lake, further into the forest, only to stop, he gently put me down. I look to see a broken wooden bed, sitting sadly in a grassy field, the bed being the saddest sight I have ever seen, a hole being in the middle of the bed and the ground the held it, the hole going so deep into the ground darkness filled it, I looked back at Pitch, his hand firmly holding my waist "where are we?" I ask "my home" he answers as he stares at the broken bed "I don't want to take you there unless you want to" he says looking at me "I want to" I confirm, he smiles at me. My eyes seeing his yellow ones hold a mysterious spark in them, he faced away before I could ask what it was, he held me against him again and flew into the hole, we went deeper and deeper until there was no sunlight, not a single ray daring to enter and light up the dark hole, it being so dark I could only see him, he set me down once again, my eyes not leaving his as a moment of silence fills us "you ready?" He asks into the darkness facing away from me"for what?" I ask "the truth" he answers.