Chapter 1: The boy who lived in his dreams.
There was silence everywhere. It was almost eerie how still everything was, as she lay in the smelly rotten basement of a house built in the middle of nowhere.
'I should be afraid, but it is far too late for me to feel any fear. Afterall, everything happened all because I wanted it too. I have played this exact scenario for many many times in this twisted head of mine.'
These were the thoughts that plagued rhea's head at this time of grave danger. But was it really dangerous if she knew it would come out to be like this?
'Maybe he should have cut me? Then I would have felt some fear? Wouldn't I?'. She mused out loud.
Then came the sound of footsteps from the lone door that stood in the middle of the basement room. Then opened the door. Rhea kept her position all the same while in came the person who held her captive.
'I see you have made yourself home, Wild'.
'Don't go throwing nicknames at me like that, who knows I might take a liking to you?' replied rhea.
'Haven't what you have done already enough?' said the captor, 'You wanted my attention? There you have it. Go on, speak!'
'Uh-uh first: Rude. Second: If you want me to profess my undying love to you, you better start making a real effort. What's all this?' , she pointed around her with her hands mockingly, 'A chilling attempt to scare me perhaps?, sorry darlin' but these types of performances don't make me lose my heart, they make me lose my mind!'.
'Well I think they give a clear-cut message " You bore me, so cut the shit out, spill and fuck off!".
'Now there's your true personality peeking out. It's a good start, keep it up'. Rhea finally stood up and made her way to her captor.
She stood right infront of him and fixed her gorgeous grey doe eyes right onto his surreal midnight blue eyes.
'Do you see the storm in these eyes? Don't you recognise it?', she wanted to voice these questions, but she knew first hand what things happening before their intended time brought. Destruction.
So she said, ' I'm looking for a person lost to me'.
' And what role do I play in that?', he said losing patience.
'You play....', she delayed toying with his patience.
Strands of his pitch black hairs started to get gray as his temper spiked, 'Speak right now or I would....'
' The person who lives in a dream'!
