Irreconcilable

What Happened To My Clothes

Most people have a mini heart attack when they wake up in a strangers bed. I don't, I welcome that it's not under the same roof as my dad. The only reason as to why I start momentarily freaking out is because I don't have any clothes on other than my boxers and a black shirt that I've never seen before with white writing.

What's a my chemical romance?

I should probably get up and leave. I don't know who this person is. I don't even know his last name.

I hear footsteps out side of the door and then the door slightly opening. "You're up." Cain says walking in a bit. "Do you want some breakfast?" He asks me and sets down a pair of jogging pants and another black shirt. I look him over quickly. He was wearing a loose black shirt with black veil brides on it, with a small chain under the shirt. I see his curly hair in a bun. He's wearing black ripped jeans too. I can obviously tell his closet is very limited on colors.

"What happened to my clothes?" I ask in a small voice, I still don't remember.

"It was pouring rain last night. You were soaked and in a very deep sleep so I put one of my shirts on you." Cain motions toward the clothes he just put down while saying very nonchalantly, "get dressed and come down to eat," then walks out.

I quickly get dressed and walk out into a hallway that seems to lead on forever. I walk the way Cain went hoping to the dining room. I look at the walls. There is just random paintings on the walls with their names under each. No speck of dust on anything. The dark oak floors shine like no one has walked on them in ages. I wouldn't have guessed anyone lived here. It's almost like an open house, clean and not lived in. There is no photos of him, his family, or his friends.

It's only then I realize how silent the house is. Deafening and creepy silent. I don't think I could ever live here with how it is now. So big and quite. I'm not sure how he does. I honestly think I would go insane. This just makes me wonder where his parents are. Does he have siblings? If so where are they?

"That one is my favorite."Cain says behind me, startling me a bit. "My sister picked it." I focus on the painting taking it in. I was lost in thought I didn't realize I stopped at this one. Looking at it, it's pretty creepy. Two creatures, one in the water with a sword and something else, then the other standing on the water. I look over and see others just a creepy, but he has a sister. "The Great Red Dragon collection painted by William Blake." He clears his throat. "Come on." And with one last look, I follow him.