I open my eyes sharply and exhale. My breath rapids, I look round the room and once again my eyes settle on the window, I sigh, watching my vacillating breath forms fog on the window-pane, a faint reflection of myself claims the glass. I look up at the green 'n' white blinds hanging up and I wish to be able to revise everything or probably wake up in my bed, at home or hostel... and everything happens to be a nightmare like the one I just have. It's scary and feels so real like it just happened. Nightmares give me bad chill.
The thought that everything I have, share, dream, live for is going to crash right under my lungs, sadden me as I lazily flutter my eyes.
Ralph will probably kill me at the end of the day, that's the only reward a rebellious, biased and narcissist like me deserves.
Memories rush through my head, rocking back and forth on the kind of being I am. I'm not a good child to my mom, which is likely because of my insurgence and inability to be the golden child who understands everything. A child who believes she has everything under her control and mature enough to lick her wounds. Or a sister who hardly give an ear to her sister's needy because her cry is brambly. A friend who isn't true blue. Even when it's gonna hurt, she's still ready to please herself because of her self-seeking nature.
Footsteps on the wooden ladder that leads here pull me back to reality. I glance at the direction expecting to see Ralph.
I look back to the window change my mind to see his heinous face, it's better to admire the blue sky and empty street.
A yellow strapping butterfly swoops round the glass and stops after some time, laying and staring at me through the glass, at least that's what I think. I smile against the tape. I've never really like butterflies, but this one looks exceptionally charming-
"Butterflies are considered the greatest bad omen for an incoming catastrophe," a voice breaks through my thoughts.
A different voice, contrary to Ralph's own. It's low, raspy, and velvety, almost in a whisper. I whip my head to the source of the voice.
He's a different person, a lad with bright hair, bleach-blond which is the first thing that catch my eyes, thanks to the light from the window, only forcing on his hair. He trudges to me lazily, walking past me, my eyes follow his movement, his hand moves to the shades showing off his long perfect finger and the butterfly sky out.
He must be a Messiah, my savior. The one to take me away from this havoc.
His eyes level to mine as he bends creating heat of euphoric war within me and I tussle to balance my breath for his face, too godlike to be real. His face beholds soft features unlike Ralph's strong angles and petrifying eyes. His blue eyes are warming, so soft and tranquil. His full lips are way too red and not the usual pink, full in its own nature.
"Butterflies are bad omens, they will give you nightmares."
I blink wondering if that's why I have a Heller creeping dream.
Discerningly, His eyes scan my face looking down at my body. I shiver, piss at the same time as his eyes drop to my expose thigh, because I didn't wear something longer. Virtually, he looks back to my face.
"You shouldn't be here," he swallows. He's a fine human being. Rare of his specie.
Maybe it's true that people with blue eyes are considered angels, hence they have good looks and gentle behavior. Jeremy proved that, only that there is more to him hidden from the whole wide world, Stella also. And maybe this fella.
He sighs, looking back at Stella, "neither should she."
I long to crack up, is he really so kind of Messiah? How did he get past, Ralph? I sense a cold caressing touch on my calf and I jolt immediately, glaring at him. He chuckles, his hands work on the chain around my legs as he unbuckles the chain lock, setting me free.
My eyes widen in shock, what the hell just happened? He just unchain me, my eyes barely leaving my legs which now have red rings, he massages the spots where the chain was before. Adrenaline shot down my body as a new feeling of freedom hit me.
Carefully, he detaches the tape on my mouth. I promptly let my breath out and giggle in brief. He rise his brow in question as to why I have to laugh, however, this doesn't make the smile on my face disappear.
He sighs, caging me on the wall, my heart stops listening to me...the beating stops as I bore into his ocean eyes, he stares at me like a predator. His ash top display before me leaving me with wonders of what may be inside the shirt. I can feel his touch on my wrists.
He moves backward and exposes the cuffs to my view, "see."
He clears my doubt. Maybe he's a cop and Ralph is finally gonna be doom.
I break our gaze, prying back at my expose thigh. Unconsciously, my free hands drag my dress down covering the bare part of my skin. He snickers and stands up.
"What'd you think you're doing?"
Ralph's husky voice shakes the gravy silence. Messiah trails down to when Ralph is standing and foaming with rage. I expect someone to maybe, punch him in the face and do some that will save me and Stella but instead—
"You're really an animal." he whispers, or perhaps his voice is naturally low and smooth.
As their hands collide, He drops something in Ralph's hand and walks out without taking a glance back.
I'm wrong, he is not a Messiah. My heart beams sore. He really dumps me here...with the devil. Tears gather in my eyes, full to the brim, getting ready to drop at any moment. I actually don't care who he's but, he comforts me with his presence, giving me hope of freedom.
"Don't try anything funny."
I pretend like he's not there, his presence only cause me pain. If he's going kill me then why is he giving me a hope of life?
Ralph crunch over his knees and his dry, hard fingers come in contact with my chin, tilting it up and closer to the extent that his breath ruffles my face.
"Don't think you have all in control."
Fiercely, I pull his dirty fingers away from my chin and scowl at him. He glares back at me.
"You are gonna kill me anyway, so does it count?" I hiss.
"Hmm," a wicked smirk pulls upon his lips before hurries up and leave.
"Asshole." I mumble enjoying my freedom.