He began to walk down the stairs. Still leading her by the hand. She stops, jerking her hand from him. He looks up at her. “What’s wrong?” “Why should I be following you?”, she asks ,” I don’t even know you. At least, I don’t think I do.” His eyes open in shock. “Don’t know me? Do you not remember who I am?” “No, I don’t”, she pauses, “Should I?” He looks down in the dark of the descending stairs. “I’m sure that you should. Please, trust me. Follow me.” She looks into his eyes, staring. “What have I got to lose?”, She thought to herself. “Maybe he can actually help me.” He reached his hand out to her again. She reached out and grabbed it. They began to go down the stairs again. The darkness slowly began to engulf them. They walked on and on. She couldn’t tell for how long. The man began to slow, seeming as if looking for something. Finally they stopped. “Here it is.” she heard him mutter. Then a soft click echoed and a light showed, silhouetting a doorway. “In here.”, he whispered. She followed him quietly. The room was simple enough. It had a small bed in the corner. A little table had a candle burning on it in the middle of the room. A small chair was beside the bed. The walls had deep scratches all over them. Odd”, she thought to herself. The man motion for her to sit down in the chair. He sat on the bed, facing her. “Forgive me for having nothing to eat or drink. I know you must be famished.” “Oh, I’m okay.” “Are you sure?”, he asked. “Yes, I’m alright.” “Well then",he paused. "Please, tell me where you have been and what you have been doing these past years.”
Karisuna · Sun Nov 12, 2006 @ 01:51am · 3 Comments |