Dreams

The Man In The Suit

I stand in my white nightgown barefoot, cold and freezing. I ignore it and continue to fiddle with my fingers, contemplating whether this would work or not. However I highly doubt whatever I am about to attempt will turn out successful. Just like my other attempts.

I look around and point out to myself how familiar this scenery is. My surroundings are dark, the place poorly lit by a candle that stands on a drawer next to the stairs. I look behind and see the stairs facing my back, its steps leading to an ominous dark hallway.

Staring back at the dark oakwood door before me I pause. This door is the only thing standing in the way of my freedom, well physically. That and him. The door's aura strongly attracts me towards its doorknob that's shining bright as ever. Begging me to twist and open it. Behind this door lies the outside world that I haven't seen in so long. Just a twist of the doorknob and I am finally gifted freedom.

If only it were that easy.

I take a hold of the doorknob and start to twist it.

Locked. Again.

I kept my hand latched onto the doorknob, giving it a few budges before finally giving up and accepting my failure once again. I look up and stare at my shadow, the candle behind me flickering as it alters it, creating unrecognizable figures. Until another shadow joins in.

I let out a tiny shriek but decided not to look back, afraid of who it might be. They continued walking downwards the stairs, creating creaking sounds from the floorboards. Judging the size of the shadow and the loudness of sound their footsteps are producing I can only assume one person in this house that is responsible for my fright.

"You really need to stop doing this." Lily says with a hint of sleep in her voice as she yawns. I finally face her and grunt.

"You really need to stop butting into other people's business." I tell her. She finally reached the final step before staring at me, her eyes void of emotion. I look back at her. Her brunette hair looks darker in this type of setting. She wears the similar nightgown I'm wearing but is decorated with much more embroidery designs compared to mine. I look down and she too is barefoot.

"You keep waking me up." She complains before she comes towards my figure and starts tugging at the hem of my sleeves. "Come on before he sees you. The last thing we want is to wake him up." She quietly says before forcing me to walk to the direction of the stairs. I look up and see the stairs leading up to a dark hallway. And two glowing white eyes.

I broke away from her hold as she stepped on the first step of the stairs. I backed up a little and looked up. The eyes were gone.

"Why are you so casual about this?" I stated firmly, looking at her with such confusion and anger.

Why does she think everything is fine when it isn't? Clearly everything is wrong, but she can't seem to see that. During the past few days I have come to the conclusion that it has something to do with him. Why does she care about him anyways?

"Lily we need to get out. Everything just doesn't feel right. Can't you feel it?" I say with desperation, my voice getting louder with each word.

She was in front of me in a flash and puts her hand over my mouth, clamping it shut.

She looks at me with dark eyes. But she wasn't angry. Nor was she concerned about me attracting attention. She just looked... Exhausted.

I've never seen her this exhausted since the day we were taken under the care of him. She gladly adjusted to the place without even thinking about his intentions towards us, which made me concerned and altogether suspicious. I've known her all my life and she has never trusted a stranger this much in her life except for me. It's as if she changed. But I'm not entirely sure why.