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I wrote this for my L.A class. Felt like posting it :3

Jonas awoke feeling warm and cuddled in a soft cloth. He about opened his eyes, but decided to wait for a moment. He used all of his other senses to feel, smell, and hear where he might be. Jonas heard a faint sing-song voice like his father used for newchildren, come from a distance, but fade soon after. The thought of his father made his stomach turn, so he pushed it aside. After endless moments he felt cold hands start to tug him out of place. Quickly Jonas’s eyes shot open and he tried to thrash about. His twisted ankle would not move. To calm himself he looked down, up, and all around himself.
Jonas was in a small bed which sat in the corner of a room, with what seemed like the middle almost. The room was filled with the smell of burning wood that hinted scents of coal. In front of him, Jonas saw a fireplace with a roaring fire that danced about inside. In front of that was a large, exotic looking red carpet, and beyond that, a green couch that seemed large enough for eight. It sat angled with to two wooden doors that looked extremely heavy, and had patterns carved in throughout the piece. Beside the couch was a small side table, and behind that a large tree sat. With twinkling colors and hanging orbs coming from it Jonas could only think Christmas, grandparents and love. Behind the tree was a small window, its frame including the wooden doors, were lined with the red, green cloth with tassels at the ends, picturing on it with white, even more trees that looked like the tree above it.
Jonas heard the sing-song voice come from the direction of the left door, the one closest to him. Turning to get out of the cream, colored bed, Jonas saw a figure staring into his face next to the exit of the bed. A woman, not much older than a 20 maybe, stood there with yellow, golden curls that went to her bottom shoulder blades was there. Her hair shone brightly in the fireplaces light, and it was almost too bright to stare at. She smiled, waiting for him. Her face, Jonas saw, had splotches of dirt smudges at the corners of her eyes and cheeks. She had blue eyes that were almost like clear water, and looked pale like his own. She wore a long, sleeveless light blue dress down to her ankles. Her feet were bear, and mud was also visible on her feet like her face. She smiled, showing white teeth that glowed in the fire.
“Well hello hon, you’ve finally woken up.” She pulled off his covers, showing a white, blotchy looking mold on his left ankle. It looked like hard cloth somehow. Jonas wiggled his leg left and right. It didn’t come off. “Sorry to frighten you,” She said. “But you do need to get up now, and maybe a change of cloths would be nice. I would have done it for you, but im afraid I had no idea how to take yours off. I knew you would though. Can you talk?” She asked as she was helping him out of bed. The lady then turned to the door on the right side, farthest away from him and walked out the door. Jonas just stood there, rapping his arms around himself, suddenly feeling colder.

A few minutes later, the woman came out the door with a pair of long, blue pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and two; striped green and red socks that looked very fuzzy were in her hand. “Here you go.” She said. Handing the cloths off to Jonas, she stared blankly back at her. “Oh my you don’t know how to put them on do you?” Her voice had a certain tone and twang to it that rapped itself around each word that rolled off her tongue that he had never heard before. She offered her hand, and she helped him change. “Thank you.” Jonas said. She smiled.
After a wile she left to go into the door she kept going in and out of, and told him to knock twice when Jonas needed her. He walked over to the door and knocked twice, stepping a few feet back. He eyed the couch and walked over happily, dragging his bad leg along with him. The fire felt warm on his reveled skin. He rubbed his hands together and sat at the edge of the green cough, close to the doors.
He heard door hinges creak and he looked away from the fire to the doors. The woman was holding a silver platter of pale yellow circles that filled the room with the smell of melted sugar and baked vanilla. Jonas’s stomach growled. She placed the platter next to him, on the side table and picked up a circle to hand to him. “Cookie?” She asked. Jonas took it greedily and bit into it. Vanilla and sugar and other things that tasted wonderful filled his mouth and grabbed at every taste bud he owned. It was heaven to Jonas. “I made them myself. Do you like them?” She asked. Jonas took another bite into the side and smiled up at her. He went for more next to him. “If I knew you were hungry, I would have fed you a long time ago!” She giggled. Walking around Jonas, she sat next to him and stared into the fire smiling. He turned to her.
“Where am I?” He asked. She looked back at him.
“The house.” She simply said. Jonas turned his head to the side, confused.
“Do you live here?” Jonas asked back.
“We all do.” She stared back into the fire, blanking thinking. Jonas didn’t get it. Who was “all”? He waited for an explanation, but there was none. He started to chew his cookie slower to think more clearly.
Suddenly she turned to Jonas and smiled, full of life again. “By the way what’s your name? And what was your baby’s name?” She asked. Jonas blood ran cold. “Was?” He asked. Jonas couldn’t believe it. “Yes, sadly he didn’t make it. He seemed to have frozen to death on your stomach there, the poor child.” She said placing her hand to her face and shaking her head. Jonas stared back at her with no expression. His through started to burn with sob’s clawing there way up. He tried to swallow them back down, but it didn’t really work as he hoped. She saw how hard the news hit him, and she held Jonas’s face in her hands. “Im sorry” She tried to comfort Jonas by leaning in to hug him. But Jonas only sat there limply and looked past her.
“My names Jonas” Jonas said after he was done crying. But tears still rolled down his cheeks every now and then. He started sipping out of a cup of what she said was “Hot chocolate”. She looked over to him. Blank at first, then smiled. “Oh? Im Lily” She said. She wiped a tear from his face with her thumb again and again though out the night. Jonas didn’t seem to pay any mind to it. He was focused on keeping the sobs from escaping his lips. Lily saw the platter on the table still there and got up. Taking the platter she started walking over to the left door, the one she never came in or out of before. Jonas was confused.
“Wait!” Jonas cried. Lily turned to him and smiled. “Yes?” She asked.
“Do I…do I live here now too, with you here?” Jonas asked. Lily’s smile seemed to fade a hair.
“You do child. But not much longer” Lily said and walked into the door. Jonas began to cry more. Huddling himself in a ball to muffle the sobs.
Behind Jonas, the small window showed blackness, and every now and again little dots of snow would flutter past, glowing orange from the fire glow. As Jonas sobs grew worse, the snow would start to grow as well, spiraling out of control as if to eat everything in its way, calling Jonas to go out. “Come” It called. “Come.