Wow it has been forever! I haven't updated in at least three months! But I'm back and better than ever... hopefully.
A burning sensation starts in the back of my nose and slowly spreads down my throat, causing me to gag and lurch forward. I open my eyes and search for danger, only finding a small man around fourty years old, standing up and looking at me with curious eyes. The room is lit up by the sun that comes through a small window to my right, the room is dingy and the walls are an old yellowing colour that almost matched the stained yellow carpet. I don't know where I am and I certainly have no idea who the hell this creepy man is. ''You are awake Violet.... yes?'' The man asks me in broken English, his accent strong and calming. I raise and eyebrow and refused to speak, my throat still raw and burning. He has a yellow cloth in his hand and I'm assuming he used whatever is on it to wake me. Damn him.
The man gives me a gentle smile and exits the room, leaving my lying on the stained mattress in some creepy hotel that could be filled with perverts and... bears for all I know. Honestly, I have to idea what to do so I guess I will just lie here until creepy man comes back to kill me... wait. He knew my name. Oh my god I have a stalker. Maybe even a fangirl? Fanboy? Fanman? This is creepy. I need to go.
I try to roll off the bed as quietly as I can but the springs still make a THUNK noise when I take all my weight off them. I stand still for a moment, trying to hear the man coming back to attack my with my own leg, but I hear nothing. I pad towards the window and try to slide it open but it's heavy. I keep pushing but it refuses to move and I end up sitting on the windowsill trying to push it open with my legs. Damn this window.
"What the heck are you doing?'' A man questions me, his Irish accent drawling.
As I try to think of something to say, a bird hits the window, scaring the hell out of me and causing me to fall off the windowsill and onto the floor. I hate this day. The man just laughs, enjoying me rubbing my back with my hand in pain. And silently swearing at the bird and all its children.
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The Fey Girl
Teen FictionViolet is just an average girl with a passion for Fey lore. Things start to get pretty weird up until her aunts wedding and then suddenly she's stuck in a place she knows nothing about, fighting for the people known as The Fey.
