Black Material

As she yawned silently, and turned towards Iravan as she asked, "Are you done looking at the car?"

Iravan glimpsed at the black car for the last time before giving a slight of a bob of his head in agreement. He turned away from the windows and looked at me in silent expectations.

I turned around away from the window, I walked closer to the stairs, then I heard Iravan stopped moving, since he didn't make any footsteps. There was no sounds, just eerie silence. I turned around again,

"What's wrong now?"

Iravan looked at the spiral stairs that curled around in the dark.

In the dark, I could see the wrinkles on Iravan's forehead, the knitted eyes reveals the confusion before I saw him take one foot on the steps before taking another.

He came up the stairs after stomping a few times, as if he was testing the wooden staircase, which makes a deep thunk.

Dawn looks at him with a funny look before pulling a tired smile at the corner of her lips. She tilted her head as she asked him, "Are you ready?"

He looks at me with a blank look, but there's a tiny expectation in his eyes. I turned around again before continuing up the stairs and I could hear him following by the sounds of his footsteps and a gaze fixedly on my back, like a feeling of someone's fingers prodding at me.

We stopped before at a large door that had a number 118 on it.

I pushed the door, which made no sounds. The room was dark, but we could see in the dark since the light of the moon shines throughout the room from the window, so I walked forward. Iravan looks at me before looking around in the room.

I looked at him with curiosity before asking, "Why aren't you coming in?"

He looks at me, yet says nothing, where his silence speaks louder than any words. Then he said in the quiet room, "You– lock– me– here."

Dawn had a realization: Iravan was afraid of being locked in the room, he didn't want to be imprisoned again. Dawn said with an understanding, tired smiled, "Don't worry, I won't keep you a prisoner. Would you like to come in?"

The hesitation was seen clearly in his eyes, as if he is trying to determine if I'm telling the truth, then he looks around the room and the door. He walked in the room, whereas I turned the flicker on the wall on, where the lights on the ceiling had shone throughout the room.

Iravan walks around the room, where he looks curiously at the bed, lamp, the wall, and the small closet on the left side. He walks closer to the small closet when he reached out his hands, "Hey, don't op–--"

Iravan opened the closest before I could've finished my sentences, where the school uniforms could be seen and something fell on the ground.

Iravan bows his head, there was a gleam of curiosity and interest in his eyes. Then his knees bent before getting on the ground, grabbing a black material in his hands, although I couldn't figure out what it was.

Iravan had a strange look on his face, then he asked, "What–is–this?"

She walked closer, where a huge gasp was coming from her mouth and the shock in her eyes could be seen in the dark room, despite the dim lights on.

She reached and took the black underwear swiftly from his hands before speaking in an embarrassed, but obviously high-pitched tone, "You don't need to know that."

Iravan looks at her with confusion, at why she took the black object out of his hands. Dawn looks at him with a slight glare, "Go sit down."

Then he kneels on the ground with a loud thud that sent a vibration across the wooden floor.

Dawn squinted her forehead at the sound of the bang before grabbing his shoulder, where she shakes her head, which causes her pink hair, the color of a blossoming of a brilliant red rose, to sway gently from side to side, "No, go sit on the bed." Iravan gets up as he pushes himself up from the cold, hard floor. He tilts his head before pointing at the bed, "Bed?"

I nodded my head, then he walked toward the bed, where he touched the surface with a barely light touch of his fingers.

He started to sit down, where he gasped softly at the soft and squishy surface of the bed.