The Bird That Couldn't Sing (GBFF)

Chapter 51 - Sang

I feel a gentle caress on my cheek, a softer hand than I've ever known lulling me awake with its gentle touch. Unused to this kind of feeling from anyone but the boys, my unconscious head shifts to tilt further into this person's touch. And everything is okay for a minute.

Until I hear the voice the hand belongs to, and my body shoots away like it's been burnt by a harsh flame. A small noise of surprise escapes my ruined throat as my eyes snap open and I'm greeted by the sight of Jade in a pretty, light blue, flowy dress--unlike anything I've ever seen her wear before, or ever thought she'd wear.

"Rise 'n shine, my love," she says before I jump away and open my eyes. And once she catches sight of my surprise, she giggles and says, "Oh, sorry, dear. I didn't mean to frighten you."

Over the two weeks I've been here already, I can definitely say this interaction never gets old--she scares me every time. Although, usually she doesn't caress my face while I'm asleep. Or at least, I hope she doesn't.

Grinning at me like I'm her whole world, she says, "I thought that today I might give you a bit of a tour, seeing as you've been so good for the past two weeks. But first, I've brought you something." She walks over to my dresser, where a bag sits atop. Opening it, she pulls out a white blouse with a light pink pleated skirt, along with a clip to go in my hair. I unconsciously bring my hand to my throat in nervous anticipation.

"This is for you, my sweet." She lays the outfit softly onto the duvet before me, smoothing out the wrinkles that were created in the process.

I don't even bother asking how she might know what I like to wear. She's obviously been much more aware of me for longer than I have been of her.

"Thank you," I decide to say instead, so as to not anger her. The last time she tried to give me something, a rose, and I hadn't accepted it, she freaked out and crashed my room--the one she'd created for me. Terrified, I quickly backtracked and accepted the gift more "graciously"--as she called it--and she immediately apologized eagerly and told me she'd replace everything. When I woke up the next morning, it was as good as new--everything broken had been switched for a new model. And I learned from my mistakes.

"Of course, Sang," she sincerely replies. "Now, I'll leave you to get dressed privately and be back in ten minutes. Don't make me wait, sweetheart. I'd hate to be put in a bad mood." Despite her beaming smile, I can hear the warning in her voice, and easily I decide not to push my luck.

"Okay."

Her grin slips immediately, turning into a slight scowl as she reminds me with a near-growl, "Okay, what?"

Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth, I sign, "Okay, Jade, my love."

"Hmm, much better." With one last grin, she turns around and scampers out the door, not even bothering to lock it, knowing I don't have nearly enough time to escape.

Quickly, I get up and undress myself from the silky pink nightgown and throw on the outfit she had picked me, along with a pair of black flats that I also found in the bag with everything else. Twisting my hair up, I put it into the clip and sigh when she doesn't bother knocking before she waltzes in, looking as jolly as ever.

"Ready to go, Sang?"

I only nod and give the best fake smile I can before she grabs my hand and pulls me out the door with her--the first time I've left this room in weeks, unless you count the bathroom attached to it.

Upon exiting, I see the walls are cement and the hallway is dark, nothing but shadows to be seen. Along with the darkness, her small, soft, cold hand in mine doesn't cease in sending shivers down my spine. I'm absolutely terrified. Thank God she doesn't seem to notice my shakes of fear, though.