I sat on the bed in my room. The walls where painted black, mostly everything was black but yet light from the windows managed to light the place up enough to make it seem as though it were a normal bright castle. I was sitting on the edge of the queen sized bed, the bed covers were a dark purple with long lines of red traveling down them. The room was huge but that didn't fill my mind. All I could think about was Shane and the others. I was staring out into space thinking only if they managed to survive and then at some random points I would replay John's death.
All my wounds were healed and I was wearing a leather, floor touching dress. It was slightly opened at the front revealing some cleavage. My hair was tied up into a bun with clips supporting it up. I let little strands of my hair
