I could move again.
I could blink.
I could hear myself again.But...
Where was I?
I scanned my surroundings.
I was in a large bedroom,furnished very reasonably at least. Everything looked right.A mirror attached to the wardrobe,a rug and a very much comfortable bed that I just happened to be on.
A sofa,a wooden table,large windows,and violet curtains.I scavenged for my phone in my pocket,but I must have lost it on the way here.
A little girl in a white dress came inside the room.
"Her majesty will see you now."
Her majesty?"Who are you?" I asked.
"Her majesty would not approve that I told you." The little white girl said.
"Who is her majesty? "I asked.
The little white girl put a hand on her chest and smiled.I just kept staring quite confused.
She waited a little longer as if expecting me to say something."Uhh...you can go now." I said.
She still stood there,smiling,with one hand on her chest .
"I said you can go." I repeated.The little girl still stood in her position looking as fragile and perfect as ever.
Assuming,she did not speak English,I took my words a bit slower.
"I. Said. You. Can. Go." I gestured towards the door.The girl turned around.
"Just because you are waving your arms up,down and all around while speaking like an imbecile does not mean I do not speak English. I for one consider your kind quite rude." She left the room and I just sat there,completely baffled.
"Hey! Hey,wait. Where am I? " I yelled.
She didn't bother looking back.
Who gave this little white dressed girl the odacity to insult me?
I sighed, cleaned myself up,in the bathroom that was in the room and went out of the room.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the way I aimlessly walked around and bumbled around corners,I guessed I was in an extremely large house,filled with girls on white dresses and not all were little,some were adults like me ,some teenagers,the rest small girls.
I was pretty creeped out.
The little white girl from earlier that morning walked up to me in the most dainty way possible.
"And where were you?" She asked.
"I don't know." I said.The little white girl sighed."follow me."
I did,after all, the brat seemed like she knew the place better than I ever would. We walked around till the girl stopped,turned and asked me.
"Do you remember how you got here?"
"Not very much"
"Do you remember where you came from?" The brat asked.That's when it dawned on me,I wasn't exactly sure but I knew I didn't belong here.
"No." I said.
"Good." She smirked.
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