Post by kaybeezy on Sept 8, 2009 21:11:32 GMT -5
There's always a light in the dark
White.
When Chrystabelle opened her eyes, all she saw was white. It was completely unnatural. She sat up and stretched, groaning as her bones popped into place. She was sitting on the floor, which felt icy to the touch.
Chrystabelle looked down at her lap, surprised by what she saw. She was wearing a fine white dress, much fancier than anything she'd ever owned. Her nails were shiny and manicured, which was uncharacteristic for a gypsy. Her blonde hair was hanging longer than it should, and the ends were neatly trimmed. Her feet, usually dressed in sandals, were bared and covered in scratches. She was puzzled. She'd just been in the park, her clothes and appearance normal and definitely not so neat. How much time had passed? She glanced at her wrist, pleased to see her reliable silver wristwatch where it belonged.
She pulled herself to her feet, shaking her head in hopes of clearing. On the floor they lay a photograph, right where she had been lying. In the picture were here and an attractive boy she'd never met. They were both dressed exquisitely, and smiling. She turned the picture around, but there were no clues. Confused, she carefully folding the picture and stuck it into an inner dress pocket.
She was not very fond of the white room. It was too pristine, too sterile. There was no life here, almost no color at all except for the bold letters proclaiming 'Room 4'. Deciding not to spend another moment there, she walked towards the door. Fortunately, it was unlocked, and she quickly found herself outside. She began to walk, not sure where she was or where she was going. She wasn't scared, not with the sure feeling that she'd find answers soon enough.