At night, I had plesant dreams about Shannon and I. At first, it seemed weird, but... She was just so gorgeous. One could not describe my love for this girl. It was strong and so... so amazing. I just couldn't stop thinking of her beauty. Sometimes, at night, I would just stand up and leave my room, in search for Shannon. She slept in different areas. Sometimes in her ordinary room and sometimes in the red room she never spoke of.
The red room... I was standing there at that very moment. It was so fancy and comfortable looking. I couldn't help but plop myself down on the fluffy bed. It was warm, as if someone had been sleeping upon it not too long ago. That made me wonder... Was someone on this bed? Probably Shannon. But... Why? Why was this room so special to her? Why was it that she get mad at ME when she caught me lurking inside of it? I just had to find out. I mean, it couldn't be THAT bad, right? It seemed as if she trusted me more now, anyways. I could just straight out ask Shannon why the hell this room was so special.
I tumbled right out of the bed and walked through the maze of hallways calling her name.
"Shannon!" I hollered. "Shannon Lee~"
Her head stuck out from the kitchen. "What?" Shannon sighed.
"I want to ask you something... It's really important and I think it's about time you told me." I said.
"Eh... What?" She asked.
"Why do you love that room so much?" I pointed at the red room I had been in earlier.
Shannon's face seemed to go blank. She looked up at the ceiling, bit her lip, tapped her foot, scrucnhed up her nose, and sighed. "Why the hell you wanna know?" Shannon finally replied.
"Because... I'm curious and we're dating now! Don'y you trust me?" I frowned.
"Honestly, no. We might be dating but I still think you're lying to me about stuff." She pouted.
"What the fuck?" I gasped. Shannon gave me a tired look.
"Daniel... I'm really tired. I've been trying to clean up this damn house all day and I'm just not in the mood. Can we talk about this someother day?" She asked.
"I guess..." I scoweld.
Shannon smiled and planted a kiss upon my lips. I wanted more than just a peck, but he skipped off to some place else. Some place away from me...
I sat in my room thinking. Did Shannon even love me at all? Maybe she didn't. What if she stole me and lied about loving me so that she could kill me and add me to her collection of dead bodies?! I couldn't let that happen... If anyone was going to die in this house, it would be Shannon. I mean, she DID kill a whole bucnh of other poor people.
I puched myself. What was I thinking?! I couldn't kill the most gorgeous girl in the world!
The door busted open. I jerked my head back and sighed in relief as I watched Shannon walk in. "Oh, it's just you." I chuckled. Shannon slapped my across the face. I hit my head against the wall and held my injured cheek. "What was that for?!" I yelled.
"You went in there! Didn't you?!" Shannon cried.
"W-what?!" I stuttered.
Shannon got to her knees and cried loudly. "Never go in that room AGAIN!" She screamed.
"Why?! Is that room more important than ME?!" I asked. Shannon didn't answer. She just kept crying. "Answer me!"
"Yes!" She scolded.
"Why?!" I gasped.
Shannon kicked my crotch and ran out.
I had to find out about that room.