"What happened ?" Mila questioned , looking up at her familiar guard . She laid onto the bed and her neck felt a little sore , far better than that piercing pain she felt in the car .
"There was a huge black box in the middle of the road blocking our way ." The guard informed her .
Mila raised a brow , feeling her throat burn with curses . "That's it ?" She questioned , keeping her words at bay . Her sister and mother are hurt and these so trained and professionals guards were frightened by a stupid box blocking the way ? Huge black box may she add !
"The box was filled with roses . We had to halt and search the place ." The guard said and Mila could not find this statement any more valid . The guard should have just shut up and listen to his words first and see if they are a huge reason for that dramatic screech . She hadn't seen her mother and her sister to determine if they are injured or not before she calls this guards stupid for their dramatic reaction but that's how she is - very protective and wants everyone to be specific and reasonable .
The guard seemed to have sighed , but she wasn't sure until he spoke ," There was a dead body next to the box ."
Mila's eyes widened ," Who ? Who was it ?"
The guard did not lower his head when he spoke ," Barry ."
The chef .
Mila felt as if the space in her throat allowing her to breath is closing in . It was suddenly hard to breath . She averted her gaze from the guard , hiding her expressional face before she muttered her next question ," Was there any letter inside the box ? Anything ? Any paper or card ?"
The mysterious gifter always sends cards or letters along with the flowers , so there must be something that tells us why the mysterious gifter murdered Barry . Murdered . She felt a shudder run down her spine and she suddenly felt more than cold . She glanced around the room , now frightened and searching . From the start , they shouldn't have taken this person lowly and continue searching for him or her .
"Not that I know off . You may rest , I will be outside the door when you need anything ." She heard her guard say before he left and she did not turn to look until she heard the door close. The doctor has arrived and was busy with her mother first . She could only pray they are save .
What happened ? Did the person come right after us and murder Barry ? But why ?
Mila gulped , she couldn't do anything other than sit here . Her neck was truly sore and she felt like she is a nagging child who is a spoiled brat crying over a little injury on her pinky finger .
But she felt worse when looking up the ceiling , her eyes were stinging with tears . Poor Barry . And it's her fault .
Mila placed the palm of her hands on the bed and pressed further down , pushing herself to try and sit up , but the sudden physical contact on her shoulder halted her actions before she was pushed back down . She didn't resist , but laid back down , her blood running cold and her heart pumping .
Her breathing was shaky as she looks up to see who is in the room with her . She screamed in her mind to shout out for the guadds , but she couldn't . Her lips were sealed tight and when she made a movement to open them , they wouldn't part . It's like they were glued together.
It could be a ghost , but it isn't . Rather it's a beautiful woman looking down at her . She would admire the woman's features if it weren't for the crazed smirk on the woman's face and her cat-like emerald green eyes that seem to hold the capability to kill with a single star only . How did the woman enter her room ?
The woman lifted her finger and pressed it on her black painted lips . A motion of 'do not make a sound' .
Mila heard the sound of somethy screeching on the floor , maybe like a chair before she watched the woman sit down on the chair beside the bed. "I want us to have a conversation . But we must come to working terms , alright ?" The woman's emerald eyes that creeped the hell out of Mila bore into her as she questioned .
Mila could'nt nod , nor mouth yes , not because she didn't want to or she could'nt but she is too shook to the core to even think properly . The woman is something else . She felt like she is back in that dark nightmare of hers in that eerie forest . And the woman's bony hands look so unreal , other than that they have flesh . Is she just hallucinating that every new person she meets she thinks is the mysterious gifter or the shadows that creep out of their holes when she turns the light off in her room .
"I'm getting impatient ." The woman muttered in a slow and low voice , dragging her words like how you do when you start to get tipsy over the alcohol and you voice out how you are getting a little tipsy.
Mila refused to nod , even though her capability has been taken , she refused to mutter a yes too . "What ? Are you going to rebel against me ?" The woman questioned , tilting her head multiple times before she leaned back to chair and she crossed her arms over her chest before she said ," I promised to not harm you , physically and verbally . But he never said not emotionally ." The woman said .
Mila did not know who the woman is referring to when she says 'he' or what the woman is speaking off , but judging from the dark tone underlying in her voice , she is a very crazy and dangerous woman , yet Mila made no effort to nod her head . What are the terms ? She wouldn't go around making terms with people that have an aura of the same dark place in her nightmare . So she remained unmoving and chose to listen .
"The woman you call your mother is in coma , I can sell her off to the grim reaper ." The woman said , inching back closer now , her voice nowhere near than playing or nice .
The words would seem untrue and maybe like idioms , but the tone and expression on the woman's face told Mila otherwise.
"So here are the terms , I release you and you can be finally able to communicate with me , but you must," The woman pointed her bony finger in her hair , her long black nails turning Mila uneasy ," not shout and we both discuss . Coniuratio?" The woman states ," That means 'deal' in latin . A deity or child of one would know ."