Description
He's looking at me. And I am looking at him. The thing about this situation is that the only thing stuck in my head is why he's staring at me. I don't see why he can't close his eyes or look away. It didn't even occur to me that I could look away. Nah, ah! It was all on him. Puzzled and a lot creeped out, I blink and take a glance at my surroundings. For now, he won the staring contest we had going on. But I am so confused. "Where am I?" I ask, squinting at the man's unfamiliar face. "You're in the hospital." He replies with a grave tone. I try to sit up and take a better look at my surroundings, but strong arms stop my movement. I then find myself pressed into the bed and his face comes into view above me, more earnest if that is even possible. Apparently it is. And that's when it all comes back. Those were the same grey eyes I saw before my world was plunged into darkness. He saved my life. He had rescued me. But what else was he? I was in the house of villians. Could he also be a villain? Is that how he managed to save me? I smacked myself internally at that foolish thought. He cannot be a villain. Villains don't save people, especially a girl like me. COPYRIGHT©2017
Chap. 1
