Those Memories I'll Remember : the different world

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I opened my eyes. I was in my bed. It was 1 AM. Everything was normal. I checked to see if there was someone but I was all alone.

-"It was just a dream..... Only a dream I guess"

I closed my door. Went to bed. Not a few minutes later I woke up again. But it wasn't my room.

-"Where am I?....Just now I was there...."

Someone approached me. It was a guy. Maybe the one I saw and heard before.

As he came close, I was sure it was him. He was tall and looked about my age or maybe 1 year older. Well dressed. By a look one can tell he wasn't any ordinary teen and neither he was. But how did I get here?

-"Who are you? Why am I here?" Without saying a word he kept coming closer.

"...Don't come any closer....I am warning you...."

"I brought you here from that street where you laid unconscious. Don't you think you should be thanking me rather than warning?"

At the street? Well it seemed like a street from what I remember but it was all blurr. But what on earth ir this happening with me? It is really a weird dream. Yeah I am right. I am not insane! It's just a dream. Just because I was thinking too much it is a weird dream.

-"Why was I at the street?"

"How would I know?"

What's happening? I was at my room. It is the second time. Is it a dream? Yaaa, I am just dreaming..I will wake up soon then. I don't have to worry...

"Aren't you cold?"

-"hmm?"

"It's winter, 16 December. Why are you wearing shorts? Aren't you feeling cold?"

-"um?.....hmm..yeah...."

I was in a shock. So much was going on in my mind. I didn't even heard properly what he said.

"hmm....if it would be me than I would be in a shock as well." He murmured low enough for not letting me hear. But still, I heard. Nevertheless I was shocked enough for which I didn't thought what the meaning of that sentence could be.

"come with me."

-"umm....where?"

"just follow."

We went through the hallway which was full of paintings. Every painting was each of its own kind. Beautiful but strange.

"Don't think them weird, each one has its own meaning. Each one is special and dissimilar than other." He said as he saw me staring at each one of them as I walked.

It was a huge house for a single person. Through the hallway we went straight to a huge room attached to the kitchen. It seemed like a house of a millionaire's son. Each item present there looked new and expensive.

We walked a little further. To the left there was a door which lead to another hallway and then directly to a room.

He opened his wardrobe. Stood there looking at all the clothes for a while. Took out some and handed over to me.

"here, wear these for now and get fresh. I'll arrange something tomorrow."

It felt very strange. So I gathered up my courage to ask.

-"but why?"

"hmm?"

-" Why are you being like this to me?...... Why am I here?..... Who are you?....... How did I got here?...... How is this winter here?...... Whose house is this?...... Does anyone know I'm here?........."