A smooth, cool surface caressed my cheek while the engine limply roared when its wheels collided with an object and a faint tick-tock of a clock or watch could only show the slow-passing of time. Strong smells of lily, lavender, and lilac filled my dulled nostrils as the taste of a sweet paradise seemed to intertwine with my taste buds softly.

Then, a distant, pale light captured my eyes in a trans. My small, weak limb tried to reach towards the small source of light, but for some strange reason, I couldn't move. The light was out of my reach, which only fueled my despair. How I wish to touch this dull light that holds my every needy interest. Its sun like beams hit me with a soft warmth that I desired more than anything in the world. But soon, it came clear to me that such holy, beaming light was too good for me; the thought left me with a bitter aftertaste.

Though, the sweet lies and bitter reality has me addicted. Therefore, I lay and wait for the day to pass in its usual stale and tiring pace that lulled my jejune mind to sleep. I still took small peeks at the mysterious, yet teasing light from time to time, wondering as to what beholds me when I do reach it one day.

(Y/N). A sweet-sounding name, yet bitter in personality. How come? Well, because that's my name. A sweet name with a bitter addicting twist. I love it – no, I adore it. The tragic reality is slowly driving me insane, and yet I let it happen.

"Hey, lady!" Called out a low yet harsh voice, "get out of my cab. We're at your destination."

My heavy eyelids slid lazily open as I nodded slowly before getting out of the yellow car. Then, I quickly walked towards the trunk and got my leather-brown suitcase out. As on cue, the car left, without a second to spare. With a large sigh, I turned on my heals 180 degrees only to be hit (metaphorically) in the face with a disturbing imagery of a haunted like house – well, mansion.

Out of worry of arriving at the wrong destination, I checked the piece of paper that I've stuffed in my pocket a few hours ago, for any mistakes. Although, even when I've checked once, twice and thrice, I came to realize that this place was, in fact, the right location. My jaw dropped slightly at the thought that this was the place I had to live in, but then the thought of who the residents were filled my simple mind. The thought that the residents could be a bunch of 50-year-old weirdos that could be potential sex-offenders, scared me.

This house looked bitter, and I don't like bitter.

This house had no sweet, it was visible. There was only pain and potential murder that swirled in the air like a soft-spoken curse. Although I couldn't judge just yet, my nan always said to not judge a book by its cover. Therefore, I won't.

Another deep sigh escaped my lips as I took a step forward past the gates that seemed to loom over and glare at me with pure bitter hate. It felt as if the gates were throwing daggers at my head; as if it were a game.

Eventually, when I was passing by the fountain, I saw a small robin resting on the fountain's stone. It's cute little eyes followed me in curiosity, which I returned just as much, while its belly rose up and down in a calm manner. I started to approach the small, harmless creature, in hopes of seeing why it's not flying away. Although, when I came closer, I realized that the bird's feathers were wet and therefore, he couldn't fly away. It was dangerous for the bird to stay on the lower ground for any longer because otherwise, the obvious will happen, a predator will find him and eat him for lunch. It would be such a shame for such a sweet little thing to get hurt.

With a soft smile, I left my suitcase next to the fountain as I picked the little bird up and walked towards the nearest tree. I had to stand on my tippy-toes to reach and lay the small creature on the tallest branch I could reach. As soon as the back of my hand made contact with the branch, the bird jumped out of my pam and stood in the area of the branch that I was close to. Then, as if trying to thank me, the bird sang me sweet like nectar tunes. How sweet. How delightfully sweet.

Without much thought, I danced around slightly by swaying my body back and forth in tune with the birds' sweet singing. I honestly felt like Snow White at that point in time. Although, Snow White is sweet in both name and personality; unlike me. I'm only sweet by name but my personality is just as bitter as a grapefruit or asparagus.

A few minutes went by and the little robin stopped singing, probably tried from trying to entertain me so much (in which he succeeded). The robin was now silently resting on the branch with its eyes closed. The bird had me smiling as I waved it goodbye, in hopes of it understanding such a simple human gesture.

Then, I almost dragged my feet against the floor towards the fountain again. I was thinking of taking my suitcase already and walking towards the manor, but at the same time, I wanted to wash my hands and face before knocking; sealing my fate for good.

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Quick note:

If people enjoy this story, then I shall update weekly (most likely on weekends), but it depends if people want more chapters or not. Personally, I have like two more chapters written down, edited and ready for publishing, but I need to know if I should or shouldn't use my time on writing this "x reader" story.