3.)

“Got it!” She grabs the screwdriver rolling over to the chair, and putting the wheel back into its place. 

Now all she needs to do is hoist herself onto the chair (without Roman). 

“Richt, I’m off to go and find that “faithful” butler of mine and give him a piece of my mind!”

MAtts strolled down the hall, struggling to push herself forward. 

“Roman!”

She checked every room, where Roman usually was. She checked the library, no Roman, she checked her fathers study, no Roman, she even checked the bath, but no roman.

 Where could he be? 

“Roman, I’m awake and I’m pretty hungry!”

There was one place, she hadn’t checked…her fathers bedroom. 

“Goddamn it, Roman. Where are you?”

Roman was always seen there with her father. She wasn’t sure what they did in there, but they usually spent six to eight hours in there. 

She Usually would find Roman and her father all cuddled up, sleeping in his bed, but there was this one time, she thought no one was in there and, saw something, she probably wasn’t supposed to see until she was probably eighteen or so.

She slowly opened the door and the chill of death crept up on her, the same deathly cold she felt earlier when she awoke. 

The room was dark, 

quiet… almost too quiet. 

“Hello?”

“Anyone in here?”

“…”

Silence. Matts always hated that feeling, that feeling of being alone. 

She would say it was her biggest fear, but she also said that Clowns, spiders, demons, and death itself were her biggest fears.  So you’ll never know what’s her biggest, biggest fear.