Ophelia's pov:

I'm in the kitchen, there's food in here. I look at the cabinets. Just look at them. What if I just take one of the doors off and make the bird out of that? It's big enough. I open the cabinet door. It's not wide enough though. He would also probably get mad at me for taking apart his cabinet for a statue.

I look around. There's more behind the counters with the sink. I walk over there. There's a table with about 8 chairs around it. The chairs are fancy and the table legs curve. The whole set is fancy, it matches this fancy place. I look to my left and see windows. It's so bright but I still look outside. The ground is so green. I've never seen grass like that, it's perfect and I thought the rich people had perfect grass.

I hear footsteps and I turn around. Seth walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. "Want a beer?" I never had beer before. What is it like? "Sure," I walk over to the counter as he grabs two glass bottles out of the fridge and closes it with his foot as he turns around. He puts them on the counter. He grabs one and sticks his thumb nail under the lid and it pops off. He hands it to me and does the same with the other one.

I look into the bottle. It's a brown bottle and the beer is clear. Isn't it supposed to go bad at one point? Maybe he just got them at night or something. I smell the bottle, it smells weird. But beer smells weird, or at least this is how the back of the bars would smell. I drink some and put it back on the counter. I start coughing. Why is it like that? I cough till I cry, and then the coughing finally stops.

I look up at Seth who is trying not to laugh. He is leaning against the table with his face in one hand and his other arm holding him up. I wipe away the tears with the edge of the shirt I'm wearing.

"So do you want whiskey instead?" He asked. "What??? No." "Water?" "No." "Anything?" "No." I look up surprised to see him look worried. Well I think he looks worried, that's what his body says. "You haven't eaten in almost 3 days, are you sure you don't want anything?" Has it been that long? "Do I have to eat anything?" "Well I'm not going to force you but you should." I don't want to eat, ew food. But I don't want him to get mad, he has done so much for me and this is the only thing he wants so why not. But then what food??

"Sure," I say. He looks relieved, does it bother him that much?? That's weird, I'm not his concern or maybe at this point I am. That thought of him fattening me up comes back but that's ridiculous, right? Of course it is....

"What do you want?" I didn't think of that. "Surprise me." He drinks the rest of the beer and turns around and looks for ingredients. I trust him enough with the food part. He won't try to poison me, that would be too lame and he could have done it by now. That would also be a pathetic way to die. I feel like he would want to kill me in a more dramatic way.

He has a whole damn castle, this is a crazy world he is from and he has had fuckin 3 inch claws and horns. He can literally shred me like chicken if he wanted me to suffer. He would have gotten rid of me by now if he wanted to, but he hasn't. And I've been here for I don't know how long, if I had to guess maybe a month? There's no calendars or clocks here and he never refers to time in numbers, just moon and sun. I have to trust him somewhat if he kept me alive this long. It would be rude for me not to, I'm his guest, I owe him.

He's cooking something, it smells good. I look back at the beer bottle. Maybe the 2nd time won't be as bad? I've seen people, mainly fellow homeless people, chug these like they're water. They had to get used to it at one point so why can't I?

I pick back up the bottle. This time I noticed it was cold. Everywhere here is cold but I don't mind, I thrive in the cold. I pick up the bottle and look back into it. What if I start coughing again? That hurted. But then I also don't want to get addicted to it. I don't want to die from a cough enchanting drink.

That would be a pathetic way to die. After everything I've gone through I'm going to die in vain and have my name engraved in history.

After a while I smell this wonderful smell. One that I know all too well. Pizza. I put the bottle down and look at the oven. It's a pizza. I've had it before, from people walking by. They see me and give me things. Pity things. I hate pitiful things.

The pizza is done. He grabs it out of the oven with his bare hands and puts the tray on the counter. How the hell did he not get burned? Last time I checked, oven were hot as fuck after being used. I look over at him and he's cutting the pizza with a big ass knife. "How did you not burn your hands??" "I probably did, I don't know." He puts the pizza in front of me and then looks at his hands. He then faces them at me. There's nothing there except his black veins and long nails. "How the hell?" "Humans are probably the only ones that get burned."

I look at the pizza. It's steaming. I'll just let it sit for a minute. I walk back over to the windows. The sun isn't as eye piercing anymore but it is still so bright. The sky is still that royal blue. It doesn't change unless it's night, then everything is pitch black. The sun, and moon are the weirdest. And how can someone live like that? How do their eyes adjust that fast? From pitch black to pure blinding light. That's why I stay here in the morning, also because I don't really have any other choice. But that festival thing is in 2 days so I'll be outside then, at night. Maybe it's just so dark in here and light outside, but that makes no sense. Well many things here don't make sense.

After a while the pizza doesn't look like it'll burn my fingers off. I take a piece and eat it. I'm full.