Chapter 2 - Gone Crazy

[Chapter 2 - Gone Crazy]

Every inch of her body ached. It was as if someone had broken her bones and divided her limbs apart. She pushed herself to get up and sit upright, despite the pain.

Her eyes were burning as the harsh light greeted her. She sighed and lowered her head to the bed, where her hand touched the softest thing. What?

"Young Miss," Mei Yi called out to her, bringing a cup of warm water to her lady, who had woken up.

Her miss had once again slept until the afternoon.

"The fuck," Ping Ting cursed. Her eyes wandered to her dainty hands, which had no blemishes from continuous writing. The soft white nightgown felt so comfortable against her skin. The silky, long black hair that rested on top of her breast caught her attention. Wait a minute-she did not have long hair!

It took her a few moments to observe her surroundings. She looked around the room. The wooden pillar was adorned with intricate carvings that reached the ceilings. A meticulously arranged vase of haitang flowers in a white porcelain vase placed on a mahogany table beside her bed.

The faint smell of the flower permeated the room.

A thin, sheer muslin canopy, over her bed, covered her body from the eyes of outsiders. She brushed past the cloth to take a closer look at the room as her lips parted in astonishment.

The room was bigger than her own home.

It wasn't hard for her to decipher everything expensive. Even the bedsheets were made of mulberry silk. Where was she?

"Miss, you said something," the young girl implored. She placed the wooden tray with gold embellishment on the side table and poured a cup of warm water into a green porcelain cup - for her miss. It was good for the health.

Mei Yi paused her actions as she watched her Mistress's eyes tremble and her face turn pale as if she had seen a ghost. A frown appeared on her face.

"Who are you?" Ping Ting asked. "Where the hell am I?" she hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the girl in front of her dressed in yellow clothes. Her hair was tied up in a half-updo knot with one simple silver hairpin; her thin lips tinted with pink rouge.

Her voice was soft but made Ping Ting raise her walls.

Why did everything look like something out of an ancient drama?

"Miss, it's early in the morning, and you are making fun of this servant?" Mei Yi pouted. Known to the playful nature of her miss. How could she not know her miss was playing a prank on her.

However, Ping Ting did not buy into the girl's playful tone but stood up from the bed. Her head got dizzy from the abrupt movement. "Ugh!" she groaned.

"Who are you," she questioned once again. Her voice raised an octave. Ping Ting's lips curled into a snarl as she squinted at the girl. Her eyes darted around the room, "Where I am," she asked in a dangerous tone. She was at an unknown location, in front of a stranger in nothing but a thin nightgown. She hugged her body.

"Get out," Ping Ting whispered. Her voice trembled; she was not sure of anything. All she felt was panic.

"Miss?"

"GET OUT!" It was a scream of dread this time. Her mind was reeling in pain. She had no idea where she was, who she was. All she remembered was falling from her college's fourth floor and accepting her death.

Was she in a coma?

The coma question put her in a trance. Did she smash her head so severely that she was hallucinating now? Wait, was she alive? All this is her imagination in a coma. Right? She asked many questions internally. Her body quivered as she tried to remember.

Everything appeared a mess to her.

Suddenly, her breathing became erratic. She struggled to take a proper breath. She gripped her chest, rubbing the painful area in an attempt to alleviate the pain. But nothing seemed to help.

Her miss usually didn't shout at her. They always got along well. It was rare for a master to become friends with his servant but her miss did that. Mei Yi's brows furrowed.

The miss looked like she had seen a ghost. Her body was trembling worse than a person dripping wet on a winter night.

As Mei Yi stepped closer to the lady, she flinched. The maid stopped immediately for the fear of scaring her. It seemed the latter wasn't kidding about it. Her heart jumped. What had happened?

"Miss," Mei Yi sauntered towards her to console her.

If the woman in yellow took one step closer, she would knock her out and make a run. "Don't come near me," she said, holding on to the vase near her bed as a weapon.

She was not sure whether she could trust the girl.

"I would never hurt you," Mei Yi whispered, though her heart was racing. What happened to her miss? "I am Mei Yi. Your maid," she informed in a gentle tone.

When she threw the vase, Mei Yi cried out, "Miss." It shattered into many pieces, but luckily none of them injured her. It was as if her miss had purposefully hurled it this way. Only to scare her away, but not to hurt her.

"Stop calling me Miss. I am not your miss!" she exclaimed, looking for another vase to defend herself. Ping Ting felt she had gone crazy. Was this a hallucination?

"Get out. GET OUT PLEASE!" she cried out loud. She only wanted the girl to leave her alone. She clutched her head, which throbbed. It felt as if a hundred kilos were pressing on her head. It was frightening to be in an unknown place; in front of a young girl who spoke as if she knew her.

In the midst of trying to analyze between reality and her imagination, she whimpered, "It hurts."

"Alright. Alright," Mei Yi gave in, walking out of the door.

Ping Ting ran to the door and locked it. Her knees buckled as she fell to the hardwood floor, ignoring the numbing pain. Her eyes teared, and her mind spiraled with thoughts.

She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again, wanting to leave this wretched place. Why am I here? She wanted to avoid accepting the truth. It was an imagined scenario. Why was she here?

The servants gathered outside the Haitang residence, which belonged to the House's only daughter. They had heard noises of things breaking; it garnered their attention. Did anything happen to the young miss? Was she throwing another tantrum?

Mei Yi urged another maid to call the lord of the house, "Call for Master. Something has happened to Miss." She stood outside the room of her mistress to guard her and enter it in case of an emergency.

Mei Yi hoped during that time, Ping Ting would attempt - nothing foolish.