Ch-2 Leave The Mansion

My eyes are tired of bullshit. And my neck looks like it wants me to strangle it for all the stupid things I have done and believed in.

I tear away my gaze and wipe myself dry. I know this room. It was given to me to stay in if I come to the mansion, that is. So, I walk out and pick up a white dress from the closet and wear it. I only have white and pink dresses.

One white dress, which I am wearing and the rest are pink. Pink and more pink. It's a lovely colour but I am tired of seeing it everywhere around me all the time. And...it reminds me of that woman, Vivienne. She loves pink. And wears pink and everything is pink. But like that hot pink and so she forces me to wear it, too.

Just like how I am tired of eating my favourite maggie. I ate it too much that I can't even bear to imagine it. It's taste lingers on my tongue and it makes me wanna throw up. I really shouldn't have eaten so much at the same time.

I sigh. Striding towards my nightstand, I pick up my phone and notice the date. It's....this date... it's the same date and day when I was framed..my eyes widen in shock.

Wait a minute. The way I look now is how I looked like when I was younger! And...the time when people barged into this room was...12:00 p.m. It's 10:00 a.m now. I have a feeling...a bad feeling... what's going on? No matter what- I grasp my phone hard, I need to get out of here.

And, so I do. I run out of the Dragonheart mansion.