Girl of the Unorthodox (UNDER REVISION)

Abode

As Vanity roused from her broken repose, her heavy eyes cracked open to meet with a white ceiling she wasn't familiar with. Her temples pulsated vaguely as she laid still, gathering her wits to come fully back into consciousness. Her eyes surveyed the pattern of the plaster above her, though the light in the room was pleasantly dim, and the ascent of her chest was muted and slight as opposed to how it previously lurched with terror. Her ears strained as she let out a well-rested yawn, but she could only place her ragged yet peaceful breaths, save for the nearby chirruping of birds somewhere outside.

The next thing which took her interest was the burgundy sheets she was swaddled up in- they were soft and silken against her skin as she shifted around in her laying stance. Her muscles ached dully, but it wasn't enough to dissuade her from moving as she pushed herself into a sitting position, the velvety material bundling around her limbs as she moved upwards. She was wearing new clothes, it seemed- nothing too flashy, just an infeasibly large, white band shirt which was more like a dress against her frail, skinny body.

Then a spastic jolt of realisation hit her, and she had to clamp a hand around her mouth in utter shock to stop herself from yelling out- somebody had undressed her. Her heart leapt up into her throat and Vanity was filled with immediate panic. If she was in a strangers house as she presumed, she couldn't go alerting them that she was awake, and she bit down any noises before they could surface on her tongue. Had she been kidnapped? She began shaking, and as she scrambled around for her phone in the sheets, she came to the conclusion that it had been confiscated too, as well as her backpack. Her best bet was to remain as quiet as humanly possible and flee if she could.

But the window didn't act as much of a catalyst for her plan of escape, it was old and worn, most likely jammed from the rust which lined the metallic handle. Vanity didn't even attempt trying to get it unstuck, it would probably be much too loud and instantly blow her cover. She was still trapped in the forest, met with the same large expanse of woodland as she peered desperately out of the window, searching for any other means of liberation. She let out a shuddering breath, tiredly rubbing across her face with the palms of her hands. Then, with an uneasy sense of decisiveness, Vanity tiptoed across the cold, laminate floor towards the door adjacent to the bed.

However before she could even outstretch a hand to the corroded doorknob, there was a curt knocking on the other side, which drew a gasp from the back of her throat as she lurched back reflexively, falling onto her backside with a painful thump when her mass collided with the floor. Fright flooded into her system but she couldn't bring herself to move, instead finding herself rendered still from fear.
"Hey!" Came a voice, soft and high, though still fairly muffled by the wooden barrier separating her from whoever stood on the other side. Even as her lips formed to shape words, her throat ran dry. "Are you awake, sweetie?"

Then came the insistent jingling of the doorknob, which set her deeper into her onset of panic- she felt lightheaded as her head accelerated, thoughts coursing rapidly. So desperately she wanted to slow them down, but they flashed so fast that she couldn't even catch her breath, which came out in short, huffing gasps. Her heart hammered in her chest, she could feel her ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate her lungs. It suddenly felt claustrophobic all around, like the walls were closing in and her hair stood up on end, she wanted to run, *run away*, but she couldn't move, shackled down to the floor by her ankles and wrists.

She barely heard her own frenzied breath as an onslaught of golden light burned against Vanity's eyes. As the door opened, a tall silhouette formed in the aperture of the doorway, illuminated by the surrounding light of the hallway. She urged herself to move, do *anything* before somebody else arrived, and she found herself in a dire situation, but she sat frozen still, hyperventilating and sobbing as this new shadowy form stepped into the room.
"No- no no no! Go away-!" She shrieked, throat utterly raw, trembling and practically curling in on herself in some kind of attempt to defend herself.

The weight of hands pried their way under her arms, only heightening the volume of her screams as she was pulled from the floor and into the air despite her blind writhing and thrashing around.
"I'm not going to hurt you, you don't have to panic! Stop screaming, please. Listen to my voice." It was the same as before, this time much more intelligible- honeyed and feminine, accompanied by an overwhelming, though pleasant scent of lavender. They smelt like the familiar musk of her mother's old knitted sweaters and she let her eyes flutter to a close as she managed to come to her senses, her arms falling at her sides. Vanity allowed herself to be cradled into this stranger's sweater, her arms coming up to bunch the material in her shaking hands.

"There..." they soothed, once her breathing fell into a comfortable lull, and Vanity pulled back sheepishly so she could see the assumed woman. The first thing that she noticed was the strawberry blonde hair upon her head, styled short upon her shoulders in immensely curly tresses. Her expression was pulled into one of gentle concern as Vanity's eyes fell upon her face. Her sclera was similarly pitch black, irises bright cyan with her pupils fashioned into stars. Rainbow coloured freckles dappled the bridge of her nose, and spanned across her rounded cheeks which were pronounced with dimples. She had rosy, pillowy lips that smiled reassuringly. Overall, she had a very tender presence, which proved to soothe Vanity's nerves at least a bit. "Better?"

"Y-yeah.. sorry." She croaked in response, and the woman gave a hearty chuckle at her modesty.
"No need to be, sweetie! From what I've been told, you've had a rough night, right? Try to take it easy today." Vanity nodded timidly, eyes falling to her chest out of embarrassment.
"Um.. wh-where am I?"
"Oh! How rude of me, I'm so sorry! We're here at my sisters humble abode, you been alleged of owning an 'incredibly incriminating piece of evidence that could prove to be damaging to our reputation.'" The curly haired woman snorted out a laugh, quoting the last words comically with her fingers as if she was mocking somebody.
"Who-"

"Oh yes! Names! Of course, I'm terribly rude, I apologise dear! My name is Chastity!" Her face brightened with a grin at once, and she held out her palm to Vanity, who shyly took it in her own and awkwardly shook her hand.
"V-Vanity.." she murmured, still avoiding the proclaimed 'Chastity's' eyes.
"What a pretty name!" She gushed excitedly, and Vanity offhandedly wondered if her cheeks were aching from how much she was grinning. At least she was friendly. She was expecting to be treated with a lot more hostility than this. "Well! We can't spend all day sitting around chatting." And with that, the woman stood to her full height, and she near doubled Vanity's size. The girl ogled up at her, stunned sheerly from how high she stood. "We have to depart to the office at once!"

"W-wait, office?!"