d a y l i g h t

  /ˈdāˌlīt/  

" the natural light of the day." 

SELENE SILVERSTONE gently fluttered her eyes open and instantly squint them at the unwelcome ray of the morning sunlight that attacked her vision almost immediately. She raised her right arm to shield her eyes from the light, buying them some time to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

By doing so though, the soreness in every inches of her body shot back and she winced slightly. The feeling of drowsiness hadn't faded away. She frowned and forced herself to lean her back to the wooden headboard of the queen-sized bed despite the pain she received for doing so.

As if the soreness in her body wasn't enough, her head decided to pound agonizingly. Sighing, she tilted her head back and shut her eyes for a minute. What a good way to start a day.

Her throat was burning with thirst and she slowly raised her back from the bed. She let her eyes roam around the room she's currently in and landed on the glass of water on the bedside table. Not wasting even a second, she gladly drank the liquid inside the glass, soothing the fire inside her throat.

Satisfied, she put the glass back to the table and got out of the bed. Once again, her eyes traveled around the unfamiliar room, analyzing and taking in every detail of the room that her eyes managed to lay upon and keeping them saved inside her head. She had no clue about where she currently was and she wasn't going to let her guard down.

Whoever the owner of the room was, she knew for sure that it was a female–unless it's a guy who has some sort of a peculiar attraction towards makeups that were basically scattered all over the makeup table and dresses that were hung on the closet. 

The room was clean and tidy, it was comfortable. Almost everything in the room was covered in the color white, from the comforter of her bed to the large carpet in the middle of the room and the furniture. It amazed her how her eyes hadn't caught any spots or stains in the white room. The room was spotless.

She walked towards the full-body mirror across the room and stood in front of it.

The mirror showed her the reflection of a beautiful woman in her early twenties. Her platinum blonde hair framed her face flawlessly and her pair of light blue orbs that stood out the most compared to her other features stared right back into her. Her pointy nose and thin pink lips completed her beauty. She didn't seem to be any taller than 5'6, but her long legs made it up for her height.

Even with such pale complexion, the color white suited her perfectly–it seemed to compliment her even. Every curve on her body was hugged by the plain white dress she didn't even remember ever putting on.

But then again, she didn't even recognize the reflection on the mirror.

Then it dawned onto her.

"Who am I?" she whispered lowly. The voice that came out of her lips sounded lost, and that's exactly how she was feeling. Lost and confused.

As if on cue, the sound of the doorknob being twisted open echoed in the room, stealing her attention. Who was it? Her heart dropped to her stomach in nervousness. The inability to remember anything made her unable to guess the person behind the door.

A person slipped into the room, or specifically, a guy entered the room. The urge to tell him to knock before entering a room was strong, but she managed to shrug it off. She didn't know who the guy was; he could either be a friend or a foe for all she knew.

Instead, she studied the guy despite the fact: staring is impolite. She couldn't care less at that point; she was going to focus on her safety. Her guard was up.

Her breath was caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was the exact opposite of her. If anything about her was bright, he was dark. They were like day and night; black and white, you name it.

His jet-black locks were messy and she swore she never expected messy hair to look so good on someone. Even when some strands of his hair covered his eyes slightly, his pair of deep sapphire orbs looked right into her sky blue one. His eyes sent shiver down her spine. He looked like he was staring right into her soul, her heart, and she felt exposed and vulnerable. She didn't like it.

However, her body seemed to react differently towards this. Heat spread on her cheeks and she had to fight the strong urge to avert her gaze to somewhere else before she lost herself in them, but showing a sign of weakness was the last thing she was going to do. However, her heart didn't seem to be willing to cooperate as it raced in an abnormally fast pace compared to the usual.

There was something about his orbs that suck her deep into them, holding her captive. The peculiar thing was, being lost in him, it didn't sound bad at all. She was left wondering about the mysteries those exquisite pair of eyes hid.

In such a short amount of time, she had already memorized every detail of the guy. Call her a creep, but she couldn't help it. Opposite attracts, and the darkness in him attracted her. Or at least that's what she had been telling herself with. There was something in him–she didn't know what it was–that seemed to pull her to him.

He casually leaned his back to the doorframe and kept her eyes locked with his. The guy was studying her with a lot of emotions–emotions she herself couldn't comprehend– swirling in his orbs. He was intimidating; No, she couldn't deny that one. He was dressed in black, the complete contradiction of what she was wearing.

"Who are you?" she decided to ask carefully, but sternly. She couldn't risk letting her guard down.

Sadness and disappointment flashed in his eyes but it was quickly masked with his lazy yet intimidating emotionless gaze once more, causing her to wonder whether it was just a mere imagination of hers or not. Considering how indifferent and cold he looked right now, she wouldn't even imagine a flicker of emotion on his face. A tired sigh slipped out of his mouth–the reason behind it unknown.

Out of the blue, a red-haired woman barged into the room with such force that Selene wouldn't be surprised if the white wooden door broke, surprising the blonde, but she kept her composure.

"Dylan, she didn't remember-", the woman shouted with annoyance and frustration coating every single syllable that came out of her lips, but stopped when she saw her.

Dylan?

When two other guys trailed behind the woman and entered the room, she repeated her question. "Who are you?" she asked through her gritted teeth.

There was a glint of something in the expression of the woman and she couldn't fathom it. It looked almost like a strange mixture of sorrow and relief.

Could it be that she knew who she was? Shouldn't she be shocked instead of sad? Why did she look like she had expected her to ask the question?

Then suddenly, like a scene from a movie, the pieces of last night were put together inside her head; from the first time she opened her eyes to the hollowness she felt right after.

Those three, they were there when she woke up last night. They were there looking at her in concern, but why? There were way too many unanswered questions inside her head and she was growing more and more frustrated with each second.

"You finally woke up." The redhead walked towards her, her confusing expression replaced with a warm smile.

Somehow, she didn't find herself taking a step back in caution. The eyes of the girl that resembled amethyst reflected the warmth of her voice –if she had wanted her dead, she would've attacked her already– and moreover, she seemed to know her. She didn't let her guards down though; she could still be a foe for all she knew.

The girl raised her hand and she seemed as if she was about to touch her forehead, but froze midair, probably contemplating whether to do so or not, and decided not to when she lowered her hand. She looked unsure.

"Do you.....really... not remember?"

She softened at the sincere concern in her voice. A forced smile that didn't reach her eyes was plastered on her face. "I'm sorry, but apart from last night, I can't quite recall anything."

It was true. The only memory that she had was the memory of last night when she had woken up in the same room with them staring at her like she had grown two heads and a pair of arms...around her? At the sudden recollection, her pair of eyes widened.

Her eyes wandered around the three other guys in the room and unconsciously observed them, but she didn't remember. The only thing about that night that was still blurry was only that. Funny how she seemed to only remember the insignificant events.

Aside from the night guy –yes, she decided to name him that considering how much he resembled the night–, there were a guy whose eyes she thought could freeze someone and a guy who looked strong enough to wrestle a bear.

The ice-guy had blond hair like hers, except his was leaning more towards gold and hers was paler in comparison. His eyes held so much intensity in it as he stared at her, his eyes unwavering.

She couldn't help but to feel jealous of everyone in the room for having such beautiful colors for their eyes. He had the same eye color as the night guy did. Heck, they even shared the same emotionless look. She would have thought that they were possessed or something if not for their intense staring.

While for the muscular guy, he looked friendly. A smile was there on his face. A smile that assured her that they meant no harm; though she noticed a glimpse of the same sadness in it.

Compared to the others, he had pretty normal hair and eye colors. His hair was dark brown, about a shade darker than the color of his eyes. It was starting to get really creepy for her to observe them like that, but it's not like she was the one to blame.

She was pulled out of her thoughts though, when suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder so tightly she was sure it would bruise later.

"You've got to be kidding me." Anger was written all over the face of the night guy as he tightened his grip. She winced and felt her heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach in fear. What was wrong with the guy?

Forcefully, she shoved him off her and sent him a glare. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

His lips curled into a mocking grin at her question. There was not even a tint of kindness in his glare. All that she could find was burning rage and complete hostility.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He replied with venom laced all over the words. "I don't know what kind of a sick game you're playing, Selene Silverstone." The hell would freeze over if she said that his glare didn't scare her and make her feel smaller and smaller by each second.

"But this stupid shit, gotta stop," he hissed lowly.

Out of the blue, the night guy suddenly turned his body and stormed out of the door with angry steps, startling her. The others didn't look very surprised at his action, the muscular guy and the woman even looked almost sympathetic. She was once again thrown into confusion.

Her heart felt hollow. The emptiness inside her was starting to flow throughout her body. There was this indescribable longing inside of her, that made her want to chase him, to stop him, and that only added another question to the list.

The spot where he had gripped her was starting to throb in pain but that was out of her concern for the time being. She wanted to know what the hell was happening before her head exploded.

She took a deep breath to calm herself with no avail. "Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is happening?" Oh trust her, she knew she was being rude and they could insult her in their head for all she cared. She needed an answer, and she needed it now.

The girl flashed a smile to her way –though seemed forced and apologetic– and intertwined her fingers behind her back.

"Now, where should we begin at?"

A/N:

There you go, loves, the first chapter!

Let me know what you think of this chapter and thank you for reading it :)

Have a nice day!

Love,

Selene