In Which Nothing New Happens, Really.

(Author Note: This seriously hasn't been edited much. I'm just going to go ahead and post it since I haven't posted any of it in a while. I think I'll probably do some more writing this evening, so wait for it. Also, Lukas hates me. He never does what I want him to.)



Well, thankfully, I wasn't left to rot, as I might've already explained.
Richard wasn't the worst host there could be; after all, he didn't kill me. He visited sometimes; asking me vague and seemingly unrelated questions like, “what books have you read?”, and “how long has it been since your accident?”. I usually became exasperated with his questioning, and then he would leave, only to come back several days later to ask me more. He brought be a single book, and I began to feel like the protagonists in the legends my grandmother used to tell me when I was young; her favorite was about a young man who was locked in a tower by his brother. His brother then let him spend his time alone, with nothing to busy himself with, for ten years. The man went completely crazy. I suppose Richard isn't the only weird one in my family.
The August days were coming to an end, and September was sweeping in with a cool breeze. Winter always came early for us. I stared across the countryside sometimes, the crisp air of Autumn filling my lungs. I tried to keep myself busy with whatever I could. I grew to spend most of my mornings sleeping, and then stare at the starry sky long into the night, searching for constellations and occasionally catching a star falling from the sky in a brilliant streak. I would watch birds, think about a multitude of things, and attempt to come up with theories for dealing with the sleeping girl.

A notable visit from Richard occurred a week or so after my imprisonment. He opened the door (I think), and sat down upon the bedside. I was currently entertained out on the balcony, and came in when I heard his voice. imagine my utmost surprise when I saw him leaned over, staring intently into the girl's face.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Ah, nothing, really. Just wondering...”

“You're 'wondering' a little too close to her face.” I replied indignantly, taking a seat on the chest.

“Funny you would say that, since you even tried kissing her a second time.”

“Well, when given an ultimatum like yours I-wait, how did you know about that?”

“I don't know...” Richard began, sighing, gazing off into the distance, “I guess you could say I've been watching you through a sort-of crystal ball.”

“A crystal ball. Brilliant.”

“Indeed.” I don't think my cousin knows what sarcasm is, unless he's the one using it.

A few moments of silence passed; myself deeply interested in how he really had been watching me, since crystal balls were just nonsense. I sighed; questioning how on earth I had become so interested in things that were such a pathetic excuse for entertainment.

His gray eyes were still gazing distantly.

“You know...you could try killing her.”

I felt at that moment that I was sure of it. I couldn't stand this man.

“Are you serious? Kill her? That would just put her into an eternal sleep!”

“Yes, but the spell would be broken and I could go get Aurelia.”

I shook my head violently.

“She might just be a simple peasant, but I don't think it's a good idea to just go murder her. I-”

Richard took a dagger from his cloak and slapped it on the bed beside him.

“Your choice, cousin. But, if you need to use the dagger...I'm not stopping you.”

And with that, he walked out.

In case any person might wonder why I didn't spring on him and tackle him to the ground, tie him up with the bedcovers and leave...it hadn't occurred to me yet. What had occurred to me was that I really needed to ask to be given some paper, so I might write down any thoughts that occurred to me. I wasn't sure if my nutcase cousin would give me what I requested, but it was worth a try.

I now could add a dagger to my inventory of items to entertain myself with. Killing Richard wouldn't be a good idea; so far, he'd kept me alive with food and water, too spite seeming to think a person can spend a week by themselves without starting to feel a bit lonely and perhaps a tad crazy.

I sighed deeply. Recalling the even, i looked back into the room at the girl, the same way I had the day I'd caught Richard staring at her.

In that moment, nearly two weeks since my last visit from Richard, I thought how it might be nice if I could get to know her. Put aside all of mother's complaints and laments of me completely lacking in tolerance for personalities that clashed with mine...I was so hopelessly bored I didn't care about that. I just wanted something to do with myself.

Desperation isn't something I'm used to experiencing.