Imperfect

7

I opened my eyes. I was......I don't know. I was somewhere. I actually don't know what to call it. There are walls, painted in dark blue colour. It seems old because the walls have the deposits of dust which has made it dark black at some places. The walls are also having a lot of cracks. The roof had two big holes which were covered with tin.
The place was actually a mess.
I was sitting on a small bed and my back was resting on the wall behind me. I tried shifting myself a little when I suddenly realised that someone is holding my leg.

"Hey, don't move please" the guy who was holding my leg said. But I instantly rolled my legs away from him.
"Ahh! Damn it!" My leg hurts.

"That's the reason I wanted you to be still" he again grabbed my leg gently with his long fingers.

Yeah he is one of those four murderers. He was the youngest one. He was massaging my leg. He also had a piece of cloth which he dipped in a small container of water and started cleaning my other leg. He was on his knees and my leg was resting on his right knee.
"I know you have a lot of questions. I promise to answer all of them. But right now, let me just answer you one of them. My name is Alec " he was talking very politely. But I would prefer dying than trusting him. I cannot trust him. What the hell is going on? Why is he being nice? What if all of this is a small plan of my murder?
Maybe God has sent him as an angel but right now it doesn't seem nice, it's just making everything complicated.

He dipped the cloth once again in the bucket of water and stood up. His hands reached my cheeks and started wiping my face. No one touches anybody's cheeks without permission. But there was something inside me which didn't wanted to stop him.
"It's totally fine if you don't wanna talk. Umm...maybe you are a little disturbed" he was right.  He looked into my eyes. His eyes were icy blue and his jawline was perfect. I never noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was looking amazing in his black jeans and chestnut brown hairs. The nerves in his hands were clearly visible. He had the perfect body. God! I don't have air inside me anymore. He is such a beautiful bastard.

"I'm Harmony Keats" I finally felt air inside me.

" Glad that you finally spoke. You need to rest, until then let me bring some food. And by the way I'm jealous of your hairs" he said and went out of the house. He isn't right about my hairs. I know he just said it for me to calm down. I hate my hairs. They are honey blonde and they have small curls at the end, which lands on my chest. Coming to my face, I'm chubby. My cheeks seem like bubbles. I guess I'm not fat but surely I'm short.

So Alec was out. Meanwhile my curiosity made me peep through the boxes kept in the house. Ugh! It's not even a house, it's just a room with a doorless exit and a sealed window next to it.

I found clothes in one of the boxes, some t-shirts and jeans. Other boxes had vessels. I also discovered a small stove. Oh, this bastard cooks too. How sweet! What the hell! I can't trust him. No matter how innocent he behaves.
Suddenly I heard "What in the hell world are you doing?"