18

I am back in that room, the black and white room, but with a different dress.

This one is red and satin, gleaming deadly in the whole background of the room as I look around....

The black and white butterfly us still floating around, minding it's own business before I begin to feel those pair of eyes on me again.

I look infront of me and see him sitting there in the darkness, his eyes giving out where he is hiding.

Again, I try to cover myself with the sheet but feel it being thrown away to a corner of the room "Don't"

His voice here is different....

Deeper more like it...

Like a low growl of an animal that had watched someone take it's toy...

"It's cold" I say.

There's a snap and the temperature rises a bit, but I can still feel the cold air bite into my skin as I sigh and say "Thank you"

He doesn't reply.

I sit there, not saying a word for awhile, not knowing what exactly to say "It's you isn't it? Green eyes?"