"They have her" - Piped Piper

    A soft beautiful humming noise woke me. And as if an enchantment had been lifted over me I blinked my eyes awake.
     Roses. Everywhere. Such sweet fragrances. Noooooo, it smelled better than roses. It was as if I've smelled this before yet I never did till now.
    I seem to have woken in a bed of roses. Am I dead? Is this the afterlife? To be surrounded by the thick sweet intoxicating perfume of various roses. On my nightstand in glass vases are pure white ones, on the floor are the petals of the deep dark blood red roses. And on my bed are the petals of fire-and-ice. An exquisite combination of both the white and red in a rose.
     Surrounded my bed are see-through curtains shielding me with little to none privacy.
    In my peripheral vision I sense someone with me, watching, but when I turned I only caught a glimpse of a shadow.
     "Hello?" I call out.
      Nothing only the gentle breathe swooshing the curtains on the bed and window. Maybe it was that that caused a shadow? A form? A silhouette?
    Filled with curiosity I pull the linen covers off and make my way through the room, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
     It appears.... Appears as if I'm inside a tree. But how? Their are tree branches around the walls with bright azure flowers growing around them.
     I rush to the window. And sure enough the tree branches came from below. As if they pushed and slithered their way inside. I peer down and the gush of winds brings un an uneasy feeling. I can't see anything below other than silver mist. Is it early? I can't see the sun or clouds.
    A thought pushes its way inside my mind. Those fairytales my parents used to read to me every time I begged a bedtime story.
     What if I was in one? As silly and unbelievably as it might seem. It's clear I'm inside a tree or the tree decided to grow around this place. Isn't that common in cottages in the country side? Maybe I'm in the country? Or the woods? Or anywhere but home. Definitely nowhere home.
     A fairy tale in the woods. Those never end well...

      There's a mirror across my bed, wrapped around vines and roses...intertwined with thorns.
       I run my fingers across it, trying to see if it were indeed real or not. Am I real?
     "Ouch!"
      A thorn pierced the delicate skin on my forefinger making blood gush.
      Vvvannnaddddeyyyyy
     An echo. Just as fast the memories of last night came flooding back.
     How is it that I can see now? Why now? Ughhh, so many questions and no answers to fill this void and burst of ideas.
    I know for a fact that I hit my head with a boulder. And Ayleen is out there, probably having a good time with that dude who I never saw thanks to some sprinkly dust in my face. And her stupid idea of putting a bug on me.
    I'm so glad I never saw it. I probably would have passed out. I hate, hate bugs and insects unless they're butterflies and ladybugs then all's good.
     I'm not going to find her. Always doing things for others. It's time to do things for myself.  Plus I ran away from them for a reason.
     Wait. Why am I thinking this way all of a sudden? Even back then when the guy-who-I-never-got-to-see was carrying me? This is not me. I love my family. Especially my sisters. What if something does happen to Ayleen? I mean I just left her with that dude!! Ohhh, nooooo!!! How stupid can I be? And immature!!! This is all my fault!!!! Stupid, idiot me!!!!! We should have turned back and not ventured further, tangling ourselves in this place, this whatever it is.
     I can't.... I shut my eyes and hold on to the wall. And focus on counting.  For the first time I look up and see the woman staring back at me in the mirror.
     At first I get startled. But she is me. A flawless version of me.
     My face feels foreign to me somehow. So beautiful.
     My lips so plum, almost blood-red.
     My eyes so green, alive and vibrant.
     I mostly look lifeless and plain and all my colors diluted, but I've never felt and looked more alive.
     Awakened.
     As if I'm finally awake. As if I've been in a deep slumber for ages and finally I see. More clearly than ever before.
     There's a bowl of water near the mirror on the table and I splash some on my face.
     "That's freezingggg" I say with a shudder to no one but the wind.
     "Loveee."
     A voice as clear as anyone echoed in the room. Bouncing with such tenderness. A voice so light yet masculine. A voice so intoxicating that I wanted to taste it to prove of its existence.
     My mind was floating with so much love that I felt I would burst hearts out of my head and chest.
     I spin, more like twirled around in circles trying to pinpoint the voice that alluded my senses.
     Looking at myself once more in the mirror, I blinked back in confusion.
     "Where are you?" I whispered, afraid my voice would scare it away.
     Hearing nothing. I ran to the door. Nothing. There is no door. Their has to be a door!!!!!
This can't be happening!!!!
     "Is anyone there! Help!"
     No response. Of course how dumb can I be? I was brought here against my will. Whoever locked me here isn't going to help.
     I rummaged the room for anything handy. The only handy thing is my bedsheets. I grab those and pull with all my might. They tear.
     Perfect, yes!
     I grab all the covers in the drawers and make a long, sturdy makeshift rope to climb down on. I tie one end of the rope on the bedpost. Securely. I make my way to the window and toss the remains of the rope. With one last look, I turn around to the room.
    Something bangs on the other end of the wall making me shriek away until my toes are on the edge of the window. The walls begin to shake the space, sending tingles down my spine. Everything about the room now makes me uncomfortable and itchy to flee.
    Without another thought, I grab the rope and throw myself out.
     I hold tight to the bedcovers in my hand, willing it to stop the speed of my descent. But it does little of that.