Spellbound

Chapter Ten

I woke up with a start, in a strange room with bloodred drapes, white bare walls. I was on top of a silver silk duvet with a small blanket covering my body. Instinctivly, I checked under the blanket and gave a sigh of relieve. I still had my clothes on. Shifting my eyes to scan around the room, I quickly realized that this was not my room.

My thought went back to what happened. The thunder, the lightning, falling...but not really falling. My eyes went wide like saucers.

Oh, gods.

With a sudden jolt, I sat up straight on the king-sized bed, only to find...

" Hi." Him. He sat perched on a sofa, straight with a calm expression on his face. He was the definition of beautiful.

But then I remembered...

I quickly scrambled until my back was against the headboard. With my sudden movement, he jumped up from the sofa. His hands shot up as if in surrender and I saw a quick flash of anxiety in his eyes.

" Don't be scared, please." His voice was soft and gentle.

" Who the hell are you?" Mine, on the other hand, was harsh and loud. I was in shock and my mind didn't know what was real or not. He took his time before answering, mulling over what to say. " I know you're confused and probably scared, but I need you to know that I'm not going to hurt you." The honesty in his voice didn't reassure me or calm me. It made me really angry. Who gives him the right?

" You didn't answer the damn question!" I was almost shouting. I felt a little crazy. Out of control. "You're not real." I closed my eyes.

" What?" He asked, confusion evident in his voice. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"I'm real, just like you. I'm made out of flesh, not imagination." There was a hint of a smile on his words and my first reaction was not to breathe out of relieve that I'm not crazy, or to ask him how he was real because of all the times he just magically disappeared. No, my first reaction was anger. I was seething with anger and it overtook me so quickly, that it made me scared. I wasn't the type to just blow off like a fuse. I felt my legs begin to move and in an instant, I was right in front of him.

" Are you serious? All this time, I went from sane to insane. You-" I shoved him a little, "-made me think I was crazy! Do you have any idea what that's like, huh? To think you're insane? And you think that this is funny?" I was ranting like mad and in the back of my mind I knew I had to chill. Surprise was written all over his face and he didn't know what to do. For a few seconds he said nothing.

"I'm sorry, I don't think this is funny. I didn't realize I have put you through that." His voice still had that gentle tone and suddenly I felt drained. All the anger left me in an instant and all that was left was a feeling of tiredness. And guilt.

"No, I'm sorry," I apologized, " I didn't mean to be so rude, I'm just really tired and this is freaking me out."

He was again, silent. I noticed he liked to think before he speaks. I realized that this changes everything. He was a living, breathing person.

"I'll make you some chamomile tea." And with that he turned around and walked- not vanish like before- out through the door. Surprised, I stared off after him. I wasn't sure if I'm suppose to follow him or what. Now that I've calmed down a little, I didn't now what to do with myself. I feel a little ashamed of my behavior, but what would any normal person do in my situation? I looked around my surroundings and I saw that this was in fact, a really beautiful place. There wasn't many furniture, just a desk with papers spread out on it in the left corner. The built-in closet was on my right side and his bed in the middle. The thought struck me like lightning. I was on his bed. Everything just took a 360 turn and I had no control over what is happening. I didn't even know what was happening. I decided to go out to find him. I was walking down a long hall. There was a few doors on the way out. Each one were open, but he wasn't in one of them. The hall opened up to a huge living room. I noticed how all the rooms were different from each other. The living room was a little bit ancient with a modern touch. My eye caught a tall glass cupboard. The whole thing was made out of glass without doors and it was beautiful.