When you awaken, you find yourself in a bed you`d never seen before, in a room you`d never seen before. You can feel the warmth of a fire burning from a fireplace beside you as pull off the blanket that a stranger probably placed on you.
Studying the room, you take in the simple décor of the room. The walls are the color of wheat, the table beside the bed, mahogany colored. On the table, a photo frame is placed, its back facing you. The space is limited, and there is nothing aside from the bed, table, the fireplace, a small wooden bookcase, filled with unknown books, and a door, which you guess leads to another room. There`s a single window in the room, and you begin realizing how stuffy it might get in the room in the summers, even with the window.
As you begin getting out of the bed, you hear the door cringe as a middle-aged woman appears. She holds a tray containing only a simple white teacup and plate of bread. Slowly, she begins walking towards you, and all the questions begin rushing to your head. Where am I? How did I get here? Who is she? You can`t find the voice to ask her though as she sets the tray on the table, beside the photo frame.
You must not be from around here if you were out there during this season she says, motioning to the window.
You shake your head. No. She sighs and you study her, now. Her black hair is tied up into a bun, her brown eyes look tired as though she hasn`t had enough rest for a while. When she begins speaking again, you stop. It`s just Chamomile Tea and bread, she says, and you guess she`s referring to what`s on the tray.
She gives you a bow before says I`ll leave you alone for now, but I`ll come back later to check on you.
She leaves and you pick up the teacup and take a long sip. The tea is warm and soothing, making you forget about your venture outside for a moment. You turn the photo frame, wondering whose picture is on it, only to drop the teacup. The tea spills on the floor and the cup shatters into various uneven shards but you don`t even hear the impact.
The photo is of a girl, the frozen girl that you`d seen outside in the snow. Her features are not frozen on the photo of course, but there`s no way you could mistake those dark brown eyes for anyone else`s . . .
-Story by The Creator
Part two, ends here . . .
Reminder, I have not written any further parts and cannot guarantee that I shall finish before the event ends. Also, I will likely not be writing tomorrow, as it will be Christmas even though my character herself has no idea what Christmas is.
Edit: Thank you to aphelia the vampire for pointing out that the lady points to a window. She is not bonkers, I am. I forget what I type.
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