Yeah, I'm sure no one reads this anymore. Oh well.
I grunted, slowly coming to consciousness. I felt someone on top of me, and I looked to see Mayonica, her long, fiery red hair sprawled across my stomach. I grunted again, sitting up. Mayonica stirred, but remained unconscious.
I was in a cold, dark room and I swear that there was ice in the corners, glinting in the only light source, the crack under the door. I twirled my hair nervously, curling up into a childish position. Suddenly, I heard the creak of a door, and light flooded the room.
"Ah, Melissa, I see that you are awake." I turned to see a pale, young man with dark blue hair. His eyes were a piercing icey white, and a white cape hid his clothes. He had some sort of crown, as if he were playing pretend royalty, and was holding a small trayof food. I stared at him, crawling into a dark corner of the tiny room. He gave me a cold look, setting the tray of food down.
And then he turned around, looking back at me. "Because we are siblings, I cannot kill you. But I will not hesitate to torture you if you try anything," he said, sounding dark. And then he closed the door, and I heard his footsteps disappear as he walked farther and farther from our cell.
By @aNGiEgIrL
