Mother Nature is both beautiful and cruel.
I shot out of bed, breathing heavily. I looked around and I realized I didn't recognize the place.
"Where am I?" I groaned, muttering to myself, not really expecting an answer. I felt a sharp pain in my side. Instinctively, my hand shot to the right side of my waist, only to be covered in... red. Is it paint? No... it smells too metallic for that. Blood... I'm bleeding. How? I don't remem—
"Gods above!" someone yelled. "Lie down before you undo the catgut any further!"
Confused, I looked over at the person speaking. They appeared beautiful but angry—or perhaps worried.
"Catgut?" I asked.
The next thing I knew, someone had injected me with a substance—sleep medication.
The last thing I heard was, "She saw you, Mit!" The person who injected me sounded furious.
I remember now—the screams, the cries, the bodies. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I thought of my family. Are they dead? Are they together? I need answers! I don't know how long I was unconscious before waking up in a cold sweat.
"When did I get up?" I realized I was sitting now instead of lying down. From the corner of my eye, I saw a figure flinch. I turned so quickly to face them that my head nearly tore off my shoulders.
"Are you alright, my rose?" they asked.
'Rose?'
As they approached, they reached out, trying to lay me back down. I flinched and pulled away from their grasp.
"Who…" My words died on my tongue. This being wasn't human at all. At first glance, you might think they were albino, but no—they were moon-white, almost milky in appearance. Nevertheless, they were beautiful.
"Vyrnathlor. You can call me Vyn, my rose," He said, his voice as soft as silk—if that were even possible.
"Vyn?" I try the name, testing how it feels on my tongue. It's lovely and mesmerizing, yet intimidating as well.
"You have a question, don't you?" He asked. He was right—I had many. Some of them were: 'Where am I? What are you? What happened? Who was that person I heard? And who is Mit?'
"Yes, I do," I mutter, almost too quietly to be heard. He raises an eyebrow, looking at me with a condescending smirk. I can't tell whether I'm attracted to him or want to slap him.
"Ask away, then, my darling mortal," He said, as if mortality were a strange concept to him.
"Why do you say it like that?" I asked him.
"Say what, my rose?"
"Mortal? Why do you say it as if it's a foreign concept?" I inquired. "And stop calling me 'my rose.' I'm not your anything," I added, feeling increasingly annoyed.
I looked around, taking in my surroundings for the last time. "Are we underground?" I asked, as I inspected the rooms.
"We are. Regarding your earlier question, mortality is a foreign concept. I don't know what it is like." The way he spoke sent shivers down my spine. In fact, he was calm—too calm.
My eyes find their way back to him, and trapped in his gaze, I finally notice his scars, harsh, and unsettling. One runs through his right eye, and the other crosses his lip. His eyes, mismatched, yet mesmerizing, draw me closer. One was blue and the other white, almost like his skin.
"So you don't die?" I inquired, perplexed as to why the concept of being human would be so unfamiliar to him.
"No?," he spoke as if I had just asked him if he's seen the sun before, despite the confused look on his face he changed the subject,"You are quite beautiful, my rose. As much as I love calling you that, may I know the name of my new flower?"
"Why would I give you my name? I don't even know you. For all I know you could be trying to kill me." It came out more defensive than I thought
His face falls to a sneer, and it is obvious that he did not like the accusation. Without saying anything, he gets up and heads to the door.
"Where are you going? You still haven't answered my question." I yell after him as he continues to walk. "Can you please answer! I need to know where I am! Please! At least just tell me we are still in Rome!!" he slams the door before I hear an audible 'click'.....The bastard locked me in..
Fighting the burning sensation on my side, I get up and head to the door trying the door knob. "Asshole!" I scream through the door, "let me out! Please! I need to get out," I bang my hand on the door,,,,nothing but silence answers my pleading.
I'm trapped in an unknown place with things that can't die?...nonono…let me go please…let me go!!
Please help me…