Chapter 6

The next morning, I woke up because of the cold liquid that seemed to run down my face.  I just got up and frowned, and with my dull eyes, I've seen the person who did that and smeared at her. It's when I realized it was Freyja holding a mug.

Suddenly my wrinkles disappeared when the words Paris said to me came to my mind.

"Also tomorrow, at seven-thirty, you have to wake up or else Freyja will wake you up.

I took a deep breath before closing my eyes for a moment.  If I had known earlier that this was going to happen, I wouldn’t dare to sleep so long.

I was so tired yesterday.

I just think I should have slept that way because I need it.

"Great," I mumbled.  I looked at her with an eyebrow up.  "Now, what?"

"You won't wake up."  She scolded me.  "Don't blame me for splashing cold water on your face."  She even lifted the one that had been used to pour water on me, a mug.

Fortunately, there's a little freshness there, and somehow I found out, it's probably because the moist didn't cover my whole face.  Only there from the forehead to the nose.

She approached me, grabbed me tightly by the arm, and violently made me stand.  I didn’t follow what she wanted me to do.

With greater force, I grabbed my arm and pushed her benignly.

She sidestepped.  "Uh! I know I have a bitchy attitude. Don't look at me like that. Go downstairs to your room for fifteen minutes. I hope I've given you enough time. That's all, and good luck in advance. "

She smirked teasingly before leaving the room.

I just ignored her and understood.  I just changed clothes from my bag.  I wonder who gets it for me and puts it here.  Riley brought it yesterday.

Maybe he settles it here.

I wore a simple blue floral dress.  I knotted my hair in a bun style.  Since I don't have any other shoes with me other than the ones I've been wearing since I ran away from Dad, those converse shoes are still the ones I'm going to wear now even though they're dirty and dusty.

I didn't even wait for Freyja and came out when the gear went down yesterday.  The impatient woman was leaning against a tree.  When she saw me, she gawked at me horribly.

"Let's go."  She didn't wait for me to speak instead of coming ahead of me.

The black rubber shoes she was wearing hit the ground explosively as the wind carried her blonde hair and the white V-Neck shirt she was wearing that covered her short black denim short shorts.

We passed the house whose walls are made of bamboo and whose roof is made of thatch.  A garden is located in the back.  Besides, there are five houses standing side by side.

They have gaps that are wide apart not far from each other.  They are not that big and they are not that small either.  They're just right, but being right here makes the place grand.

Before getting there, we pass between a row of green plants on both sides.  It was also long because there are wide squares of wood submerged in the ground horizontally.

They are like patterns.

They may serve as a signpost to the five houses next to each other.

There are many butterflies there.  On the left side is the farm, and on the other side, various types of animal cages such as poultry of chickens and goats, but Psyche told me that part is off-limits.  In front of the houses, there are different kinds of plants.  Pots, hanging vases, and orchards can also be found there.

It is enchanting.

"Hey!"  Freyja called to me, her voice getting a little louder.  Perhaps because her blood is boiling hot on me.

I didn't know because of admiration and amusement that I stopped walking.  I went on again.

When we were in front of them and turned left, I saw a bulletin board that looked like a shed.  There is a map of the entire Forest Survival.  I also saw what the five houses are for.

The first one on the left is for Sunday Study.  Next to the left is detention.  Next is the library followed by the infirmary.  And the last, the House Without Names.

"Why are you so slow? Hurry up!"  Freyja brushed up her hair while looking at me badly.  "It's not television for you to stare at like that!"

She stared at me again before scurrying away continuing to walk.  She has an angelic voice even though she is angry.  So maybe her teammates will not be shaken when she shows that attitude.

It doesn't suit her.  She looked innocent to be a bitch.  Nonetheless, I still need to be careful.  I don't know what will happen to me when she explodes completely.

Silently I just followed her.  We got to the last house.  The House Without Names.  I no longer wonder why it’s called this way.  It is because it has multiple purposes.  Just like today, based on what Paris said, this is the House Discussion because it is the fullness of it today.

I could not hear a voice or noise from the inside.  Silence from there accompanied by the outside of it is the only thing that happens apart from the action and the beating of my heart, louder and louder.

Freyja opened the door to enter.  I peeked inside, and there is no other equipment on it but a long table and a few empty chairs, others still occupied.  As expected, the five are already there while Freyja and I are just entering.

I stopped stepping inside when I spotted the person at the end.  He was sitting in front, calmly reading a book in his seat.

Messy black hair, a pair of black ocean-like deep eyes, perfectly sculpted nose, red as rose lips, defined jaw, broad shoulders, well-built body, smooth and mixed of fair and tan skin— I don't know why I do to observe his physical characteristics even though I am here for something else.  Everything about him just shouts royalty and strangeness that even though he was wearing a simple black shirt dyed with black khaki shorts and white slippers it still elevated his ordinariness.  He still went beyond simplicity.

He can manage his outfit well, that's for sure.

Therefore, besides that, the inside is breathtaking too.  I almost simply gasped upon the living formality and choking air from the room.  I can't say anything and can't hear anything.

Every corner is filled with eerie silence and breakaway serenity.  I am stuck at the edge of the doorway, looking uncomfortably at the peculiars inside the room.  Would I face the man they called Gideon or would I leave the place and be at States with my Dad?

I heaved a sigh.  I guess I don't have a choice but to pick what is good for me.  Whatever happens, whatever the Leader's decision is, I will accept it no matter what.

It is like putting a lump of flaring coal in the water.

It might burn your skin, but it will lead you to safety.

Aside from that, in being able to achieve what lies beyond the scorch, seek for its heart and pull it off then break free.

Fly away limitless but choose to be in reality between false and fiction.  For in the first place, life, death, and realization did not cage us but we caged ourselves in a place we thought is our safe haven, but it is actually not.

It is just there.

I smiled unfamiliarly as I sit on a chair between Riley and Psyche.  They both looked at me with sheepish smiles and concerned stares.

It is in a dark corner when you wonder if it is lethal or not, highly contagious or not, unscathed with mysteries or not, and such things that are alike the given examples.  However, when you lift it and see how light swallows it, you will remain to ponder the same thing.

Of course, it's just actually there as a gift without a curse.

It is meant to change you.

And it's only for you.

You alone.