It was weird.

It was so freaking weird.

“Lily! Lily!” The thumping noise continued as the sound of restrained rattling drifted towards me. My body almost jumped along with the feelings of vibrations through the wooden floorboards.

Floorboards?

“Lily I am not joking; open this door now!” The annoying trill commanded, their voice clattering around my head. The slight buzzing of a machine could be heard above the noise, the delicate ticking of a clock.

It was weird.

My head was pounding, throbbing with a feeling of discomfort. It was almost as if I had gone through the boxing ring straight into a fast moving car and finally splattered into a tree. It was that painful.

Moaning softly I tried twitching. Nothing. I tried tilting. Nothing.

I even tried singing. Still nothing.

“Thank God.”

A strangled scream broke through my dry lips as my body finally allowed me to jump away from the gruff sound. I landed with a resounding boom, the loud creaking of springs ringing out.

“Lily? Oh my-” The high pitched voice screeched out. The heavy sound of footsteps quickly padded against the floor. Was someone running?

“More like panicking, princess, hang on.” The same gravelly voice whispered, it’s warm breath hitting my ears, tickling my skin as my hair created a small movement, the slight feeling of stubble rubbed lightly against my chin.

My heart almost jumped through my chest, my ribcage practically opening with expectance. My face burned as the blood rushed to my face and strayed directly to my flaming ears, turning the two new voices into a symphony of subtle instruments as they spoke.

The high voice was trilling in a worried tone, you could just imagine it throwing its hands up in the air waving them frantically around as they spoke. When the deep voice replied it almost sound like it was comforting, the low hum sending a vibration of warmth.

It even reached me.

Shivering, I felt as my left hand twitched before clenching into a tight fist, the feeling of anticipation rushing through my veins.

What was that? It was annoyingly…delightful?

The low murmurs began to gradually drift out, the quick subtle goodbyes were followed by a light click as it echoed around the quiet room. I was left in complete silence. The sound of my heart beating uncontrollably was left like static in the cool room.

It was almost unnerving.

The ticking clock seemed to slow, time braking down.

Tick. Thump. Tick. Thump.

Tick.

Thump.

The heavy sound of footsteps resounded as something moved through the room, my room.

My eyes shot open adjusting into the darkened space, the only source of light coming from my old blue lamp as it cast a soft glow, illuminating the shadows of my possessions, the coat handing on the back of my door producing a large figure on the side of my white wall.

“That’s me.” I fell off the bed.

Groaning, I led face first on the floor, my light hair creating a pillow over my head. The dull aching that resided in my left leg intensified as my face squashed painfully sideways on the wooden panels, the thick grooves digging in. I listened to the low laugh, the chuckle was riveting.

I watched in silence as the fronts of absorbing black Dr. Martens boots entered my vision, the thick heels clunking with each movement and the laces were pulled excruciatingly tight. Someone doesn’t like his feet to slip.

“My feet will slip onto your face if you don’t stop your ridiculous thoughts.” The voice growled, the knees, clad in dark denim, bending until I got a clear view of his face. His ridiculously beautiful face.

My heart almost flat lined.

Snake.

The alleyway, Baldy prick man, him.

Thump, thump, thump.

Oh look my heart’s back.

Scrambling backwards, I howled as my injured leg smacked into the floor once again, my wrists twisting painfully as frantically clambered up back onto my bed, the wooden frame groaning in protest to the sudden movement.

“Who the hell are you?” I croaked out, my voice breaking in the middle. Damn how long was I out? The hosp-wait. “Why am I not in hospital?” I screeched out, whipping my head towards Snake I caught his eyes widening at my sudden outburst.

I watched with cautious eyes as he began treading forwards, his dark orbs pinning me to the bed. Shifting uncomfortably I frowned, no matter how much I wanted to run, my body stayed like stone on my light purple comforter, the feeling almost identical to the one from when I was strapped to the gurney.

“Because, princess,” he sneered, his face getting excruciatingly close for my liking, the tip of his nose brushing against mine.

Thump, thump, thump.

“You didn’t go to hospital.” He breathed out, his eyes never swaying from mine, his light breath washing over me like warm water. I felt my body shiver as I inhaled a ragid breath, the cool taste of mint still lingering behind. My eye's almost rolled back into my skull.

“Why?” I whispered, not trusting my voice at a higher frequency, he was just so damn close. His body was a radiator of heat leaving me scorching and perspirated,  my favourite Disney t-shirt was clinging to my body. That’s it.

“Where are my freaking clothes?” I screamed, almost attacking him with my hands, my long fingers clasping into a fist. His large hands quickly clenched around mine, easily enclosing them, as he leant over me bringing my shaking body back right against the soft mattress.

His pink lips hovered right above mine, looking soft and plump.

Dip a little closer.

Wait, what?

He snorted, right in my face. Nice, here I was injured and in pain with my spooky paramedics snot over my face, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. I spat.

Perfect shot.

He sprang away faster than a bullet, scuffling to the opposite site of the tiny room, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. I watched in awe as he brought his right arm up, clad in a crisp black Armani jacket, and wiped my delicious saliva away.

Gross.

"You are paying for my dry cleaning.” He ordered, his snake eyes narrowing as he glared right at me. I held back a snort, like that was going to happen. I jumped as he boomed out a laugh, shaking his head. “It will happen, princess.” He finalised, running a hand through his thick hair, the dark brown colours almost sparkling.

“It’s Lily.” I scorned; the idiot didn’t even know my name, what a great paramedic he was.

“I’m not a paramedic, little one,” he chuckled, “I’m your worst nightmare.” This time I couldn't hold back my scoff, worst nightmare my ass, he isn’t the giant fluffy bunny who chases after me in the amazon rainforest. His echoing laugh almost blind sited me; his straight teeth were gleaming, bright and white.

So pretty.

Hang on, little one?

“I’m not little you imbecile, I am twenty one, and for your information I am a legal adult.” I sneered out, stumbling up, my fists at the ready.

Snake gripped my arms before I had the chance to lash out…and fall over. His grasp tightening on my small wrists before finally slipping his left hand down my arm, trailing a light touch which had the tiny blonde hairs standing up in anticipation.

What is this?

“Oh princess, believe me, you are little, except I do love this.” He whispered, he hand travelling south, giving my butt a good squeeze. I squeaked in surprise.

Snake.

“Oh and my name is not Snake,” he lashed out, “I’m Grimmy.” A smirk lit up on his lips as his dark eyes sparkled.

And that’s when I lost it.