Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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"Why is it still dark outside?"

I turn to look at him. He looks at the windows then at me and shrugs. I walk over to the windows and lean out of one to look around. It got even darker.

I turn around and he's just looking at me acting like I didn't ask him a question. Maybe he didn't hear me. But he shrugged so he did hear me.

"Why the fuck are you gatekeeping?"

He walks over to me with just a few steps thanks to his long ass legs. I probably walk like a penguin next to him.

"How am I gatekeeping?"

"You won't tell me why it's still dark. Are the days or nights longer here or something?"

"Oh you meant that. It's always dark here, dark during the day and darker during the night."

"So it's night?"

"No shit Sherlock."

I look at him shooketh, "thank you for the clarification princess."

"You're welcome, fruit loop."

How dare he use my own insults against me.

"I like fruit loops."

Now he's shooketh. I start laughing.

"Oh fuck, the fish." I walk across the room to feed them and pet them. "Y'all are cute."

Death suddenly appears next to me, "you're cute."

I look up with a big ol' smile, "you're cute too. Everyone is cute."

"You're the cutest."

I don't know how to accept compliments so I just give them out.

"Thanks."

He has a nice smile. "Take a shower, you've been in a new country." He disappears.

Well then. I take my fish water cover arm out of the tank and put the lid on. Now I gotta find out which door is the bathroom.

I walk across the room and open the left door with my dry hand. It's a nice square walk-in closet.

I open the other door and see a really fuckin nice bathroom. Either this is all really fancy or I grew up really poor.

Mostly both.

I walk over to the shower and turn it on. I rinse my arm off. Holy fuck it's cold. Well all water is cold when just turned on.

I walk to the couch and grab a towel. I walk to my bed and grab some clothes. Now I can put them away knowing that the doors don't lead to an endless pit.

Once I get all of my stuff I close the bathroom door. Actually I deadbolted it and put a brick I found in front of it.

I don't know why there was a brick but there was. And I know this won't stop anyone from coming in but for as far as I know, no one has stalked me taking a shower.

I strip as one does and touch the water. "So cold." I get in, "oh my go-wwuardness. It's so fucking cold. Why is the water so cold?"

I take the quickest fucking shower of my life. Where's the fucking random fire place when you need one? I wanna stand in one and toast like a marshmallow.

I stand in front of the mirror with the towel wrapped around myself trying to regain some body heat while looking at the mascara stuck on my face. I look like a fucking racoon.

I should scare him.

I put on like 5 more layers of mascara and rub it onto my face till I look like an evil nun. This is going to be such an ass to clean later.

I brush my hair but make my bangs messy so they look nice when they dry. I put it all in a very messy ponytail.

I put a shit ton of mascara on my bottom lashes and start crying so it looks worse and is harder to take off.

I'ma be here for an hour trying to take it off. Hopefully all this isn't for waste.

I put on my clothes, move the random brick, unlock the door and leave.

I walk around the boring house looking for him. I have a lot of exploring to do. I walk down the pretty stairs and walk around some more. This place is so lifeless and it makes me sad.

I walk over to the kitchen because I know where it is. I see him drawing lines on probably dust in a cabinet.

He turns to look at me, "γαμημένη κόλαση!"

I don't know what he said but he looked scared for a second so I succeeded. "What's wrong?"

"What the hell happened to you?" He walks over and studies my giddy face like I'm possessed. He tries to wipe it away but looks confused when it just smears onto his thumb.

"Is this that black shit you put on your eyelashes?"

I nod, surprised he got it. "It's called mascara."

"Why is it all over your face and not coming off? You look like a racoon whore."

That makes me laugh some, "Don't whore shame racoons and it does this from water. Why was the water so damn cold?"

"Cold?"

"Yes, it's freezing."

He walks over to the sink, turns it on and puts a hand under the water. "It's not that cold."

I walk over and do the same thing, "That's freezing cold. What do you mean 'It's not that cold'?"

He thinks for a moment, "maybe the heater is turned off."

He walks somewhere and I follow like a lost puppy. This part of the house is darker. He walks down a hallway to an old looking abandoned door on the left wall. He opens the door and I look past him to see a creepy looking staircase that leads to complete darkness.

This must be the basement. Looks like it came straight out of a horror movie.

I watch him walk down the old looking stairs that creak like crazy. He disappears into the darkness by the 7th step. I just stand at the top of the stairs in my pajamas, cold and barefoot.

I don't even dare step past the door frame. It looks like I'll get 20 splinters and fall easily, and it's so dusty. I don't want dirty feet after an evilly cold shower. That wouldn't do my poor skin any justice.

So I wait and wait.

For 2 reasons. 1, he said don't go down. 2, I don't want to get killed by falling down the stairs and being murdered.

I can't break one of his only 3 rules on the same day.

After a few impatient minutes it feels like I'm being pulled to go down the stairs.

"Not today, basement demon." I turn around and take the same route back to the kitchen.

This is a cliché horror movie. 2 people in a big house and one goes to a basement to leave the other one alone. Then the one that was abandoned doesn't know what to do and is scared to leave the room.

Well the scared one usually does leave the room and goes exploring right where the killer is. I'm not.

Not a second later I hear death walking back.

"Why is this place so creepy when you're alone?"

He turns the sink back on before leaning on the island counter with his forearms. I'm on the opposite side doing the same thing but much shorter.

"This is hell, you're supposed to be creeped out and uncomfortable. If it was all bright and nice here people would want to come here and we can't have that."

"Why not?"

He looks at me like I'm dumb. I just want to know if there is more than the balance between good and bad.

And I assume I'm correct because of his facial expression that I don't know how to describe.

"Well if both sides are the same then there's no point in separating souls. And if there are no souls to separate I'm not needed. And if I'm not needed," he half heartedly laughs trying to hide his pained expression. He does the kapeesh thing, "I won't exist."

That's fucking sad.

"Then this place is perfect and should never change."

"So you want to keep your room the same way?" He says in a teasing voice.

I look at his beautiful face, "fuck no." I walk over to the sink and put my hand under the water. "This is much better."

I grab his wrist and drag him over to the sink before putting his hand under the water, "THIS is how water should be. Not straight from Antarctica, you crazy person."

I turn around to face him but he picks me up and I squeal. He sets me on the counter and traps me with his arms on either side of me. He then looks me dead in the eyes and leans in till he's just about 5 inches away.

We're finally the same height!

"What's wrong with Antarctica water?"

"It's freezing, I don't want to become a popsicle."

"I'll thaw you."

"How?"

"Body heat."

I'm too tired to figure this shit out. I just wait for elaboration.

He tsk and sighs, "fucking makes heat."

I wasn't expecting that answer. I look at him with forged sadness, "I was expecting hugs or something nice."

"Hugs?"

"They're the best thing ever."

"They're better than your fish or dogs?"

"No but hugs from them are amazing."

"How does a fish hug you?"

"They rub against your hand."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"I would be asleep right now, now let me go to sleep because I want to go to school tomorrow and catch up on my work before I fail everything and all that money goes to waste."

He takes a step back and I slide off the counter. Now I'm short again.

"Thank you for not making my first day here miserable even though it was very weird and long."

I leave the kitchen and go to my room upstairs. I close the door most of the way but not all the way because I want to hear the murderer before they kill me.

I look at the couch in the middle of the room slanted and the clothes on my bed. I walk over to my bed and look at the time on my phone. It's fucking 11:53 and I have to get the clothes off my bed or they'll fall off.

"Fhuuhhhck meeee." I fall on the bed and let the sheets hold my tears.

"Gladly." Death says from behind me.

"You better not." I say with my face still in the sheets.

He rolls me over, "why are you teary my raccoon whore?"

I forgot about the mascara, now I try my best not to cry. I'm miserably failing according to the sounds I'm making.

"Are raccoon whores really that bad?"

"I just don't wanna fix my clothes and wash this shit off, it'll take fucken forever and I'm so tireeeeeed."

I roll back over because I sound like a whiny bitch. I don't want to sound like a whiny bitch. I don't want to sound like a lazy bitch either, or an attention whore.

Damn me and my stupid sensitive self.

I get rolled over again but this time the other way. He wraps an arm around my wrist and lifts me up while sitting down at the same time. So now I'm sitting on his lap and we're eye level again.

He caresses my left side with his other hand roaming my back. I get lost in the sensation it causes.

"There's no reason to cry." He snaps his fingers and I see all my clothes disappear off the bed through blurry vision.

"Where'd the clothes go?"

"The closet."

I get the biggest smile and lean on him. He wraps an arm around me and somehow moves so skilfully so he's laying on my bed and I'm laying on top of him.

I did the same thing as last time but my right hand folded on his chest. I get all giddy thinking this is the 2nd time I'm doing anything like this.

Is this a sin?

Tell me god, is it a sin to respond like this to the comfort of the opposite gender?

Is it a sin to be fine living with someone that isn't a spouse?

Is it a sin to finally enjoy something that's been yearned for since the age of 3?

Is it a sin to learn new things like this with someone only known for a month?

Is it a sin to live the life of the characters in fantasy books that's been read since reading was an ability?

Is it a sin to not be scared of an inhumane man and be fine with not being home?

Is it a sin to be happy without losing something in return for once?

Is it a sin to get attached too easily and trust too fast?

Is it a sin to sleep comfortably for once?

Is it a sin to smile with no thorns attached?

Is it a sin to not need to hide tears anymore to avoid careless questions tied to a pickaxe?

Is it a sin to laugh without getting weird looks?

Is it a sin to not destroy myself just to be rebuilt somewhere else for the same purpose?

Is it a sin to lay on a beautiful man of pain and sorrow while feeling safe?

Is it a sin to not feel chest constricting pain with little thumbtacks for once?

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*Sips real tea in a tea cup for once and not the $5 gallons of sweet tea from Walmart*
The fuck is this?

Well I hope y'all like the story so far.

I keep trying to write ✨ emotional ✨ stuff, is it working?

I think of one scene but can't write it for some reason so I write something else. It is annoying.

And y'all get ReAdY cUz...

Idk, I'm still thinking of what the plot should be but it's gonna be really good cuz both ideas I have are to dieeee forrrrraaaaaa.

And death was supposed to be meaner 👀. Like crazy nut job baloney type of crazy.

Or maybe he is...

*Drinks weird tea like the villain that knows everything*

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