Twenty-nine

A wet mist carried by the wind across the seemingly dead forestation that surrounded the cabin flew in through the windows; the mint green curtains dancing along side it. Jasmine sat across a the furniture embedded in white sheets and a folded coloured draping to the side; she smoothing the sheets with her palms, letting the cold air to blow across her face. She heard a vile movement again from the door, but this time, it didn't just stop at the door, it seemed to be pushing open the door. Jasmine scurried to hide behind the bed which barely covered half her figure. But it did provide an easily breakable barricade between her and whoever was going to come through that door. Jasmine grabbed tight the vase of white and red roses that stood on the night stand beside, braced her arm, ready to throw it at them.

She flinched in mid action when she saw who walked through the door.

"Serena?" She dropped the vase back on the nightstand, got on her feet, "My God! Serena, I was-"