Bruce led me down long corridors filled with old, but beautiful paintings. "You like them, don't you?" Bruce asked. I didn't answer. "The paintings. I guess you like them." Bruce explained. We continued walking. "Oh yeah. They're so beuatiful." I spoke up. I continued to enjoy each picture that we passed until Bruce came to a halt. Bruce opened a wooden door and pointed into it "You can stay in here." Bruce spoke.
I stepped forward into the bedroom and was taken by surprise. "I thought bedroom would fit you best even though I don't know you yet." Bruce smirked. "Well I come get you when dinner is ready." Bruce disappeared down the long hallway. I shut the bedroom door and accepted the fact that this bedroom was gorgeous. It really did resemble me.
The room had a white, fuzzy carpet and black walls that blanced out the colors. The bed was a water bed with a black comforter and white body pillows. There was a long dresser (Of course it was black) and a giant mirror was hanging right above it. There was a wall full of giant windows with silky white curtains. The bedroom had a personal bathroom which was all white except for the black shower curtain and a little black mat in front of the sink.
I sighed and laid on the bed. I thought of what I just discovered about myself. I wonder how it works. I thought with confussion. I sat on the bed in deep thought and sparked up an idea. Maybe I should practice this new 'thing' of mine. I imagined to myself. With a swiff motion of my hand, I tried doing some small actions. I looked at the window and slightly pushed my finger up. The window opened and a wave of cold wind entered. I smiled. I can't let Bruce know anything about this.
A knock at the door disrupted my thoughts. "Hey, you alright in there? Dinner is ready." Bruces voice spoke through the door."Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. Bruce entered the room as I shut the window. "Oh sorry, I got hot so I opened the window." I explained to him. "Oh it's fine. Now c'mon, you must be hungry." Bruce smirked and held out his arm. I wrapped my hand around Bruce's arm and we walked out of the bedroom to the dining room.
The dining room was beautiful. It had gorgeous pictures on the wall and a beautiful, long, wooden table in the center. The table a chairs surrounding it, but Bruce had us sit at the end near eachother. Bruce smiled at me as we sat in the silent room, but soon enough Alfred came in with a silver tray. "Enjoy your meal" Alfred smiled at me and I smiled back. For dinner, Alfred had made hedder brocolli soup with a small salad on the side. I started eating the meal slowly and so did Bruce.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but how come you were crying out on the street and how come you don't know your own name?" Bruce calmly asked. I looked at him and rested my spoon on a napkin. I sighed and looked at Bruce again. "Do you really want to know because it would be like telling you my life story?" I spoke seriously, but also sarcastically. Bruce nodded. Oh fuck. Here we go. I sighed.
It was time to become 'social' to the one person I never thought would listen.
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Hey guys! Sorry it has been a while since an update. I have been going through some rough things so, if I don't update for a week or so I am so so so sorry! Well I hope you enjoyed this update. Stay strong my lovely sweg muffins. ~Makay
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The Poisoned Youth
FanfictionThere Was A Girl. She Was Different From Everyone Else. She Wasn't Normal. She Was A Freak. She Could Be The Darkness Or The Light Of Gotham. But First Comes The Adventure Of Feelings And Conflicts, But Will She Follow Her Destiny?
