Chapter 2- A Lesson Learnt

                                    

                                          
Chapter 2- A Lesson Learnt
                          
_______Kyra's Pov__________
                          
I groaned getting up from bed. My head was pounding as if I had a massive hangover. What happened last night? I was so confused right now. I could not open my eyes fully as I felt the lighting in the room was too bright for me and it caused me to see blurry. I felt as if I was sleeping for ages and had just woken up from a hundred years of slumber.
                          
Lisa's slumber party must have been epic last night because all I can remember is getting there after the wicked wretch, also known as my mother, dropped me off. 
                          
I tossed and turned for a while in bed and then to my disbelief, a young man spoke up. I was a bit startled as there were no boys at the slumber party the last time I recalled.
                          
My eyes were still closed as he introduced himself. 
                          
"Hello, I'm Raymond. Why don't you take your time to get up. You had a nasty fall. Just sleep. I'll get you some pain killers to ease the pain." he said in a soothing voice.
                          
Who does he think he's talking to? The Queen? I was about to protest but my head was still killing me. 
                          
"Okay..." I mumbled, barely able to speak. 
                          
He handed me the pain killers and water. He then left the room, closing the door behind him and locking it.
                          
After I took the pain killers, I felt a relief from the pounding in my head. I still felt a bit disoriented and my mind raced as I tried to figure out what happened.
                          
I fluttered my eyes open and gasped in shock. I was in the room of my dreams. It was castle-themed which was quite beautiful with a soft king-sized bed which I was currently lying on, baby blue walls, and posters with all my favourite actresses and actors. 
                          
It seemed so surreal like I was still dreaming and I sat with my mouth gaping as I admired the designer's exquisite delineation of the room. I fumbled out of the bed and I turned around in circles as this felt like a fantasy. I tried to pinch myself to wake up but for some reason, my mind was trying to tell me that this was not a dream and I was in danger. My mind started racing and then I began asking myself questions. Why would I be in danger? This place seemed so surreal and almost too beautiful to be true.  
                          
I began exploring the beautiful room in amazement. My room back home could probably fit into this room five times and my room back home was quite big. I kept rubbing my eyes as this could not be real. I saw a piano in the corner of the room and I smiled as I loved to play the piano. I had done lessons as a child but my teacher always told me I had a natural talent. There were three doors in my bedroom and I opened the first one which happened to be a lavish bathroom which looked as if rubies were embedded in the walls. My mouth literally dropped to the floor as I realised that this was only seen in movies and back when Kings and Queens actually existed. Whoever owned this mansion must be filthy rich. After exploring the bathroom, I went to the next door which was a walk-in closet filled with princess dresses. I felt the dresses and they felt so soft and made of a material that probably costs more than my house. There was also a large mirror and a makeup section. 
                          
It was official. I had to be either dead and in heaven or dreaming because this could not be real. 
                          
There was also a full shelf of shoes of all types and they were all my size. How ironic could this be? I was about to leave the room when a book caught my attention. An album to be precise. It looked beautiful and I opened it and to my horror, it was filled with pictures of me. There were baby pictures of me and pictures that looked as if they were taken by someone who was stalking me. I was starting to get a reality check and my face went pale. I watched myself in the mirror and touched my face to see if I was really awake.