High Status-2

Someone was brushing their fingers through my hair

"Don't you think her hair is a lovely red? Almost blood like don't you think?"

The voice was musical,light, but bored at the same time. I would of noticed more about it, if my head wouldn't of been pounding. I groaned out of reflex rather than thinking through what had just happened. My mind was in a fog, and all I could think about was the pain.

"Christopher! She's awake!"

Whom ever had been laying by me had skipped off to tell whomever this Christopher person was. I moved my hands up to my temples massaging, I opened my eyes slowly to see what was around me. I was laying in a king size canopy bed, that much was obvious. I looked around the dimly lit room and noticed pillows of every sort of color lining the floor. There was a low table in the middle of the room were the lamps were sitting.

On the table with the laps burned oil that smelled rather sweet. I gagged a little as I sat up slowly. I felt as if my body had been thrown around a bit. The room reminded me a lot of those rooms that were made for Indian royality. I dropped my hands down to marvel at the beauty of the room and how carefully put together it was.

I was about to stand, when the door opened and a man walked in. He wasn't much older than I was, he was tall with blond hair and green piercing eyes. I cringed on the insides because those eyes seemed to bury into me. He moved carefully across the room towards me, I instinctively crawled backwards onto the bed hoping to find a corner to escape to.

"Kotie, there's no need to be frighten of me."

His voice was calm, but he seemed rather stiff.

"Yeah, Chris is a big softy."

A girl that was probably no older than 11 skipped through the door almost dancing around the room. She smiled brillantly, her eyes a golden brown, her hair fell in black waves around her.

"Sophie, I think I would like to talk to her by myself."

Sophie huffed softly, but made her way back out the door. I almost felt like the air had been sucked out with her. I felt as if I was going to have an anxiety attack. I stared at the door, almost expecting more people to come through it.

"Kotie?"

I turned my attention back toward the man, dubbed Christopher.

"What?"

It was instinctive, and my voice was rather tense. I felt like my nerves were going to shut me down. He smiled anyways and scooted closer as if he needed to be.

"I know that it isn't exactly the best time to of taken you from your family, but I didn't think you wanted to deal with the reporters."

I locked my jaw for a moment, remembering now as the shock died down that I had been kidnapped. I didn't get to go to the funeral that I had been meaning to go to. I wasn't going to get to say a proper goodbye to my Jacob.

I didn't know Christopher, but my stomach churned with hatred almost instantly.

"You took me away from my mother, and now I am not going to get to say goodbye to Jacob. Who cares about reporters? I was wanting some closure and you've taken that from me."

He seemed perplexed by the sudden change in my emotions and I had been getting used to the mood swings. I couldn't regulate very well and it showed in my actions. I was snapping at strangers, forgetting the details, and I was getting angry. I bit the inside of my mouth as if it would actually help.

"I'm sorry..."

He didn't mean it, because I could see from his eyes and how bored his voice sounded that my wants were not important for the arrangement.

"Shut up."

I shoved away from him, he turned his face toward me and I could tell that I had hit something. He didn't seem to take my mood rather lightly.

"You might understand some other time, when you're not letting your emotions get in the way of reason-"

"No. emotions or not...I will never understand. I didn't get to say goodbye and you're a-"

I stopped myself, looking down I realized that there was a needle in my arm. Pain shot through my system, but I felt relaxed when the drug hit my blood stream. I slank back onto the bed, as he pulled the needle out. He stared at me, and moved closer...I didn't feel anything except this warm feeling. I felt like laughing, and that everything was alright...sort of like when you're on laughing gas.

"You'll understand sometime."

I wanted to argue with him, but I couldn't all I could do was smile at him. It felt almost foreign to be doing so.

"That's a good girl..."

He smoothed my hair down rather lightly, and I felt rather light headed and sleepy. I didn't want to sleep.

"You should close your eyes, tomorrow is going to be busy."

"But..."

I huffed out slowly, my voice seeming like it was full of jelly.

"I don't want to..."

He picked me up and carried me out into the hallway. I wanted to jump up and run, but I was so relaxed.

"Where are we going?"

I felt my eye lids come halfway over my eyes, the images of the place around us nothing but black passing through. I felt like we were flying with how graceful he seemed to move.

"I'm taking you to your room, no need to have Sophie bothering you."

"I like Sophie...she's pretty..."

I would of held my tongue, but it seemed that the medicine wasn't allowing me any inner monologue.

"Ah, do you?"

He seemed rather interested in what I had to say.

"Yes."

I couldn't hold on much longer to the conious world. He entered into the next room, and set me down on another bed. Christopher then pulled the covers over me. I reached out to him lazily.

"Why?"

He seemed confused by the sudden question, but then nodded in understanding.

"Because your nerves can't handle much more for the day. You should sleep."

I tried to grasp harder onto his wrist and pull him back. He broke through my grasp easily and stood up walking toward the door not bothering to give me a second glance. Yet, as I stared at the door he walked out through I felt myself being swallowed by sleep.