Chapter 1 of 'the mouse trap' -A figure in the dark

Chapter 2: A Figure in the dark
Charlotte went to the balcony and sat there. "Charlotte?" a voice said. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. "What do you need, Leif?" The wind was perfectly blowing her hair in an elegant way. He slowly approached her, stopping on her side. "Charlotte…" he stroked her hair gently "…how was Alexander?" He looked at her face but turned quickly at the moon. He didn't want to see her eyes; it was bad enough that he even asked that question. No more lies, no more pretensions, no more. "He was fine. He was still breathing after everything. And he still amuses me like before." Charlotte said flatly. "Oh…I see." Leif withdrew his hand and turned away leaving the room. But before he reaches the doorknob, Charlotte spoke. "I thought it was alright. To run, to be free, to smile…" She smiled bitterly. "Your face haunts me every time I look at his face." Leif said as he left Charlotte on the balcony. "And your face reminds me of every thing that made me like this." She turned and looked at the moonlight as it illuminates her figure.
"I see that he didn't change a bit." A black cat with blue eyes appeared jumping on top of the railing. "He will never change, so don't hope for it Yvette, that will just be a waste of time. Besides, it seems as if he is enjoying himself" The cat purred, perhaps it meant ?'I know that too, he just amuses me.' "Yvette, I'm afraid." Charlotte said, turning around. "I'm not surprised." Then the cat jumped down to the forest behind the balcony, disappearing into the night.
Charlotte sighed, closed the glass door of her balcony, pulled down the curtains and went up to her bed. But before she slept, she turned around, facing the shadows in her room. After some minute of staring to what seems like a blank space, she shrugged off the strange feeling and rested on her bed. But she knew and felt one thing; she just pretended not to feel it. Someone, hidden in the dark corners of her room, is watching her intently. And that is why, she, Charlotte Caroline, was not able to sleep at all that night.
On the same place, in a different time, and perhaps on a different dimension, a woman sits on the same bed, weeping.