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When I got home, I arrived to an empty home. As I walked into the kitchen shouting out for my family I wandered upon a note on the table.
Y/N,
We've gone on holiday. We told you this ages ago but you were probably busy with one of your Asian cartoons or ottoman games. We've left you some money and the fridge is full. Please don't spend the time we're away just sat watching TV. Go out and do stuff. Make sure you are fed. Have a nice time. Call if anything happens.
There was no love you at the end. No signing of their names. It's all the same as usual, they never have but I know they care or at least I think they do.
Typical.
I sighed in misery.
They always do this and now they've left me on my...own.
With a sudden bout of realisation, I jump up and run to my room, quickly unclipping my bra and throwing it somewhere over my shoulder and slipping into a black t-shirt with grey sleeves and the word 'slay' across the front in a shimmering blue and black drawstring shorts. Pushing off my shoes, I hurry to get my laptop, slipping my phone in my pocket with it's portable charger so I don't need to get up to call the pizza man, and get into the lounge where I can begin to set up for the wildest beginning of a great time. My shoes are tucked under the sofa so I slip them on in case I need to get up, although I wish I don't have to. For days.
I sit on the sofa and get into position wriggling so I'm deep enough to leave a mark but am comfortable enough I can sit here comfortably.
Now what shall I watch?
Before I can make the decision my TV turns on without me touching anything; the Game of Thrones theme blaring in the space of the living room.
Huh, maybe I'm sat on the remote?
The Game of Thrones theme begins to glitch, turning into a wail before what feels like a spear of electricity stabs me in the gut and the darkness behind my eyelids swallows me whole.
Groaning, I sit up blinking heavily and feel as if I've fallen off of my bed and hit the floor. Rolling over I can feel the scratch of gravel on my bare legs and the heat of the sun washes over me as I push myself into a kneel, my hair heavy on my head and my lungs burning against the movement.
"Oh good, you're awake. I was beginning to wonder if the...woman that suddenly appeared in my grounds was a corpse or not."
"Who the fu- Holy shit," abruptly I push myself into a wobbly standing position and gawk at the man in front of me. With slightly long greying hair and two braids in his beard along with his fine clothes he looks like nothing I've ever seen. "Where am I?"
"Pentos, my dear lady. In Essos."
"You're kidding, right?"