The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 58

I stared at the white ceiling above me for what seemed like hours. It was the same blank walls of hell, that brought me to the world of the novel.

I lay on the hard cold floor of the room with my legs and arms spread out, staring with an empty mind.I let out a long sigh of boredom, feeling the dullness of the room circle my vision. "When will I wake up?" it was getting boring staying here for hours with nothing in end.

I had given up on waiting for something to happen hours ago and just laid on the ground staring into blankness, counting sheep so I can fall asleep and wake up back in the novel world. I reached 6,890 white sheep's but then gave up because I wasn't getting the end result I wanted.

Sighing again I closed my eyes in hopes of falling asleep this time. I felt like I was in the same position for no longer than an hour when something spiky tinkled my nose and cheeks.

Filling annoyed, I wiped down my face with my palm. It seemed like it wasn't going away, caressing my cheeks and nose with a tinkle. I grumbled in annoyance, wiping down my face again.

I had thought things wouldn't have gotten worse when I felt something warm and soft poke the tip of my nose.

I wrinkled my nose.

There it was again, the soft poke on the tip of my nose. A visible throb appeared on my temple and my mind telling me to punch whatever was annoying me.

The tickles of the unknown thing and another poke on my nose made me forcefully open my eyes. I was caught off guard when my eyes met with a familiar pair of icy blue eyes as if they were topaz staring down at me in confusion.

She had chubby pink cheeks that was noticeable due to her milky porcelain skin and the thing that was ticking my face was her long wavy silver white hair that hung down her head.

'How come I didn't sense her presence?'

My eye twitched in annoyance when the individual that was looking down at me with confusion written all over her face was a bratty kid, bending over to face me.

"You look rather different for a person. Are you perhaps from a far away land?" her English accent was strong yet for a young kid she was rather formal and polite in her manners.

"Congratulations for stating the obvious, Sherlock" I grumbled mockingly. The brat looked even more confused before starting to giggle behind her little hand like a graceful noble lady from the 17th century.

"Your funny" an innocent smile crossed her face.I looked to the left then to the right before averting my eye back to her.

"I don't get how that was funny?"

"But you have mistaken my name, Miss. It's not Sherlock but Diana" she lowered her head in a bow as she introduced herself.

My eyes widened at the mention of the familiar name. "Diana" I accidentally blurted it out. Little Diana looked surprised for a second before softening a little.

"So, you are aware of who I am?"

"No, and I'm not planning on to" I sneered.

Diana. Diana. Diana. I know I heard that name from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it no matter how many times I try to. It's like the names there but the person isn't, it's too far for me to reach and grab a hold of.

"May I have the pleasure of knowing who you are?" she asked placing a hand on her chest.

"Hello Diana, my name is **** off and let me be" I consulted in a growl, sneering at her in annoyance that the brat had the audacity to wake me up.

The little brat gasped silently behind her hand and her expression changed into an angry pout as she put her hands on her hips. "A lady like you should never use such foul language"

A vein throbbed on my temple, and I narrowed my eyes in annoyance 'This little runt, who is she to tell me what I'm supposed to say or not.' I wanted to scold her but the motivation of raising my voice and telling this girl who she's talking to was drained out of me hours ago.

"An annoying little brat like you should be playing with her possessed Annabelle"

She continued to stare at me in confusion which tended to press my buttons. "Listen here you little shi-brat, stop annoying me and leave me alone. I have better things to do than talk to the likes of you"

"Like sleeping?" she asked placing her index finger on her chin with a tilt of her head.

"Yes, like sleeping"

"But my mother told me that sleeping to much can take away the time that should be used for playing" there was so much innocence that came from her that blinded my very own eyes. 'God you should have provided me shades if you were going to introduce something this shiny'

"Your mother is very wise" I spoke in a lazy manner. Her eyes icy blues eyes reflected saddens yet she held up a fragile yet painful smile.

I felt the rush of guilt storm in my heart when I saw the loss in her eyes. I rose up in a sitting position and crossed my feet.

the sudden rush of warm breeze brush past me making my hair fly in front of my face caught me off guard. 'Am I outside?' I scanned my surroundings to see myself in the middle of a garden bed, Greek looking statues surround me as if they were sacrificing me to the devil Nevertheless everything around me was so familiar as if I have been here before.

Trying to figure out where I was this time I had forgotten about the little girl until she cleared her throat. I looked over towards her and saw she was standing in front of me in a light purple frilly dress with white laces for skirt as it reached her ankles. A little bow was sewed in the middle of her waist as a finishing touch to her dress. She looked kinda cute, I guess.

The little brat had her hands behind her back like a child who misbehaved and was getting scolded at by her parents.

I sighed in annoyance shuffling the side of my head.

'Little brat'

I gestured my hand to come to me, she stood in front of me, a lock of silver hair braided into a crown while the rest hung below and down her shoulders. Diana looked really familiar but something in my mind was blocking me from knowing who and it pissed the shit out of me.

She realised what I was hinting and hesitantly took a step forward towards me. Approaching me with caution. When she was a centimetre away, I placed my palm on her head making her lower her head in surprise.

"Where is your mother buried?" I asked looking into her icy blue eyes. I know what it is like to lose the person that brought you to the world and protected you from the dangers of the world.