"No. Your face tells it all, what the ears can't hear." Her gentleness was actually a bit disturbing to me. How could someone appear so meek? It felt to me like she was the mother I never had, but yet, looking at her, she looked just a bit older than I was.
"Whe-who are you? Where am I?" My voice sounded hoarse even to my own ears, but I didn't care.
"You need to clean up, then get a lot of re-"
"I want to know where I am. Who're you? Th-the monster, is he gone?" I cut her off with my questions, desperate for answers. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of 'monster' obviously knowing what I was talking about, before they came to rest on my badly injured shoulder and arm. A white bandage stay wrapped around it. It had a lot of blood on it, obviously due for a change.
She held a glare on her face for just a second, before it completely wiped off like that hadn't happened.
"He wasn't supposed to hurt you." She said to me, with her eyes still trained on the bandage.
If I wasn't sure that she could give me answers, I was sure now.
"But the deed is already done. He never listens to anything we say." She stood up to her feet, and started walking towards the exit.
"A maid will see to your needs." She murmured, before mustering a half smile, and then she turned and walked out of the room.
I was confused and desperate. She just left me with more questions. She sounded like she knew the monster man who hurt me and killed the Gaiters.
The one who made my life a living hell. Who killed everyone that ever cared for me and hurt me so badly. I tried getting to my feet, wincing from time to time in pain. Everywhere hurt like I had been beaten up with a plank, especially my wounded arm and shoulder. I shuddered at the memory of when he had shoved that dagger into my shoulder like it was nothing. It had hurt so bad then, and I almost thought that I wouldn't survive it. Not only had the dagger pierced me, it had burned me, even a bitch wouldn't hurt so bad.
That woman sounded like he had been sent after me, but that was unlikely. Why stalk me for five years? Why not just catch me and lock me up or whatever he intended to do with me, instead of torturing me so and killing the people that really did care about me?
I shuddered, thinking about how animalistic his black eyes were. I never wanted to see him ever again. Never ever.
I limped my way towards the door, after finally succeeding in getting up from the bed. Peering out from the room, I scanned the empty hallway warily. It was eerily quiet. It was also very beautiful, I mean, look at those paintings on the wall. I limped my way out of the room and I chose to go right. My body remained glued to the wall for support as my legs took me wherever.
I was sure I had wandered the whole castle as I had come to conclude that it was, looking at paintings and portraits, until I got very exhausted, and decided that I really needed that bath to suit my aching muscles, and I needed that rest.
My legs felt like jelly below me, and I was sure that they would give up If I didn't find a way to rest them.
The fact that I had only come across a few maids who made a show of totally ignoring my existence even when I tried talking to them hurt.
They made it seem as though I was invincible. They avoided coming close to me like I was a virus.
I tried finding my way back to the room all by myself since no one would answer me, but the more I walked, the more lost I seemed to be. How would I find my way back? Were they looking for me?
I felt a tear slip past my right eye. Getting lost in this big building wasn't something I'd like. I made my way towards where felt like the right path to me, hoping that I wasn't making a mistake in thinking so.
What if I was going the wrong way? I turned a corner, and a loud gasp left from between my lips, seeing as I ran into someone who for a fact felt like a brick wall. I bounced back, letting out a loud wince in pain. I cradled my hurt arm, absently blowing air from my mouth on it to suit the burning pain, not like it did anything. A tear slipped my eyes, it hurt so much.
"I'm so sorry, I di-i wa..." I trailed off with widened eyes when my eyes met that of....oh no. If this wasn't proof that the universe hated me, then I wondered what was.
I moved backward and away from him instinctively. Nothing changed. He looked the same except his all black clothes were free of any blood now. His cloak was nowhere to be found, so I could see every outline of his face. His silvery blonde hair and black eyes shone brightly at me as he stared with no expression.
He was unlike anything I'd have believed him to look like. Or wasn't this him? It was. It had to be him. I'd recognize those orbs anywhere.
His eyes and hair and his tall statue said it was him. I expected for him to look like the monster himself if the hood of that cloak was removed, but he looked like an ...angel.
A devilish angel. He was handsome, but I would not let myself be fooled. Any girl can fall head over heels for him but not me. Not when I've seen just how evil he could be.
"Monster man." I gasped out unconsciously with widened eyes. I was scared to my core. How did I end up alone with him? The man who killed the people that ever loved me and stabbed me with a silver dagger.
I watched to my horror, as his expressionless face twisted into a frown of disapproval, as his gaze traveled from my head to my toes and back up. Unexpectedly, I felt a tingly sensation wherever his piercing eyes gazed, and I shivered. I felt a bit ashamed of my unruly appearance despite how I tried not to be. I shouldn't have been. I shouldn't feel that way. He was a monster.