Enchanted *Editting* (will make it into Taglish)

Chapter 8: Questions&Answers

English ang details at ng convo. :) Pero yung huli, Tagalog. ^_^V

WARNING: Has wrong grammars chuvachuva. Bukas ko na Lang po I-checheck. :)

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"Xander," Called the doll at me; I gave her a questioning glance. "Can we speak English instead? I'm still not into dialect yet." She admitted nervously. I nodded, much to her surprise.

"Hm... Where should I start first?" I said out loud, observing her directly with my eyes. "Ah, I have the perfect question in my mind. I'm still a bit confused about this whole thing." I sat up properly and removed my hand below my chin and placed it on the desk beside me. I drummed the desk incessantly, creating an intricate of rhythmical beats below my fingers. I hummed, asking the first question that pops in my mind.

"How did you end up here?" I asked, "And, if I mean 'here', I mean about my room."

The moment I said that, the doll blinked owlishly and furrowing her brows afterwards, probably thinking about the reason why she ended up here in this universe. "Well?" I asked, quite impatiently.

"I-I," she managed to say, ascending her head upwards and closed her eyes, musing and reminiscing. I observed her with my narrowed eyes, my patience thinning. How long will this doll take to remember everything?

"I- I'm sorry." She says, finally. She dropped her head and looked at me with sadden eyes and a tinge of fear swirling inside her- now Sapphire yet with a tinge chartreuse eyes. "I can't remember. Everything seems so hazy."

My eyes narrowed more at her confession, but let it slide. I don't want to force her in remembering everything about her futile UFO crash- whatever the heck it is! My main priority now is to determine everything about her information, the cause of this mess and some important matters.

"Did you hit your head too hard from the floor or from the ceiling?" My question made the doll confused. I felt myself having the urge to slap my face too hard. What a dumb question, Xander. Tsk.

"I can't recall if I ever hit my head from the floor or from the ceiling." She says and grabbed my pillow, staring at it.

"Then, what do you only remember?" I asked.

She looked up and closed her eyes again for ten seconds before opening them with a disappointed sigh. She shook her head at me, as I tried to process everything: from the bottom to the top. "I really can't remember anything, Xander. The only thing I remembered is a flash of blinding light and my name being called by someone familiar."

"Tsk, cliché as it sounded whatever." I dropped the subject and crossed my arms at her. "Is that all?"

She nodded; playing with the rims of my pillow and I gave a hum of approval, but many questions are swarming at the back of my mind. Just, what is the main reason of her invasion in my room? If I were in her position, I would've invaded someone's property, instead of this place, but why me of all people? Why my room? Surely, she wouldn't be here in the first place without a reason, right?

"Do you have a family?" I asked suddenly and thoroughly. She immediately stopped playing with the rims and instead, focused her attention to me, in where I was observing the whole time. "Well?" Instead of answering me, she asked the same question as well, which made my mood darkened.

"Do you?"

Something inside me snapped, like a twig being stepped on under the lonely, abandoned moonlight. "No, I do not have one." I said my voice clipped with sharp umbrage and coldness. And from that split moment, a rush of strong gale, passed by my room, even though the door and windows are tightly sealed, sending some of my things to fall and reel from their positions and the curtains behind me are billowing, making flapping sounds, but I paid them no heed. I am way too livid, especially when the doll mentioned my blasted parents.