I wake with a groan because of a very harsh pain at the back of my head. It’s like a bee is stinging the back of my brain over and over again. I keep my eyes close and take in my surroundings through my other senses. I barely hear light pacing and I can feel I’m tied to a chair. I test the thin string to see if it’ll break. It doesn’t budge.
“Stop jerking around. I know you’ve been awake for at least two minutes,” says a soft but strong female voice.
“Fine you caught me and my failed attempts at…” I stop as I open my eyes and take in the girl before me.
She stands straight and stiff as a iron rod. She has blonde hair that reaches her waist and the soft waves curl around her shoulders. Her eyes are a ice blue and she looks like she could use a hearty meal but either way I can’t deny that she is beautiful.
“Yeah. I caught you. So shut up and answers my questions willingly or I will so much as slit your throat with a spoon.” The beauty says sternly, stopping mid pace.
“A spoon?” I ask letting the corners of my mouth twitch up.
“Why are you here?” She ignores my question.
“I live here.”
“How are you alive?”
“I survived obviously. Though I’ve been told ghosts don’t know that they’re dead.”
“Don’t be a smart-ass.”
“I do what I want.”
So quickly I didn’t realize until it happened, she stalked towards me and slaps me hard on the cheek. I rubbed at my cheek as she pulled another chair from the table and swung it around, so the back faces me. She sits down, straddling the back of the chair, and crossed her thin but muscled arms over her chest. Making my eyes linger.
She snaps vigorously up to her eyes and says. ‘Excuse me! My eyes are up here. Plus you can’t do what you want because you’re the one tied to a chair.”
“Sorry.” I murmur feeling heat rush to my cheeks.
“Will you attempt to harm me if I untie you? I would like to talk, like somewhat civilized people.”
“I would never harm a beautiful woman.” I say with mock offence.
“Good.” The beauty says, walks behind me and unties my wrists. She then goes back to her seat but now she has a long samurai sword that is so clean I see my smiling reflection in it’s blade.
“That’s almost as beautiful as you.” I look up at her and rub my right wrist, then my left.
“Are you always so flattering?” She says in a cold, dead tone.
“If you will ever so kindly help me put a name to your graciously beautiful face.” Her eyes look down at her sword as if studying it.
“Dylann.”
“Isn’t that a boy name?” I ask and her nose scrunches up a bit.
“Not in my case. What’s yours?”
“Beatris.” I say jokingly.
“Isn’t that a girl name?” Dylann asks still looking at the sword and stroking it’s blade as if it were a cat.
“That’s exactly why it’s not mine. I’m Mason.”
Dylann gives me a glare and then stands abruptly. She starts towards the stairs and heads up them. I get up and follow her to my parent’s bedroom which she walks into and picks up a black backpack and heads into the bathroom and shuts the door with a kick of her foot. After a few seconds of waiting in the middle of the room, I go back downstairs as well as into the kitchen to furthermore finish making my breakfast. I wonder if Dylann will want any? I think to myself, but shrug off the thought.
