The Golden Days- Chapter 1: Yeah, no, more or less an average weekday

Sam Matthews’s day was pretty normal. He woke up, put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, combed his brown hair, got dressed, went to school, got lunch, left school, bought groceries, went home, did homework, made dinner, ate dinner, played video games, and took a shower. All the normal stuff. The day should have been pretty much like any other. That is, until he found the naked girl in his bed.

After undressing and attempting to cleanse himself with water and animal fat, Sam proceeded to put on his undergarments and prepare to rest in his living space, on top of the a sheet on top of a layer of stuffing sandwiched by sheets on top of a frame, a contraption commonly known as the “bed”. When Sam had gotten to his room, he was surprised to discover that upon his bed, but under his blanket, was a bump. Emerging from the spot where the blanket ends was a mass of golden string. Finding the presence of a conspicuous mass of string and a bump on top of his bed which was supposed to be empty made Sam quite suspicious. Acting on his instincts, Sam began to remove the blanket from the bed, exposing the bump. He was surprised to see that the string was actually hair, and that the bump was in fact a nude girl sprawled across his bed. The girl was nothing spectacular. She had an average body, and a cute, chubby face. Sam did what any normal adolescent male would do, and began to caress the girl’s skin. He brought his hand down across her arm, only to find it cold as a cold rock. He stood above the mysterious maiden, and put his fingers on her neck. He felt the skin on her neck pulsate, and he was reassured that upon his bed was not a dead naked girl, but in fact a living naked girl. This was quite the reassurance for him, as he didn’t need the police banging at his door since he had a dead naked girl in his bedroom.

He continued to remove the sheets, pulling it down farther and farther, feeling his face get redder as he went. As he went past the nether regions, he noticed that where this mystery girl’s left leg should have been, there was instead a… thing. There was no other way to describe it other than a… thing. There was flesh, blood, and muscle, but where there was supposed to be bone, there was just a hole, almost like if someone cut her leg off three quarters of the way down her thigh, then ripped the bone out. Blood started flowing out as soon as he exposed it to the elements, but soon stopped. He called out for her to wake up, but she didn’t budge. He started waving his hand over her face, but she laid completely still, save for the rising and falling of her chest. He grabbed her hand and started shaking, to no avail. He finally concluded that she had to be lost in sleep, and put his hand on her. He reached upward along her body, but as he finally got to the most vital spot, her rib cage, she woke up, screaming.

For a couple extremely awkward seconds, the two just froze and stared at each other. The girl stared at Sam, who had his hand in her bosom, and Sam stared at the girl, who was sleeping in his bed in the nude. Finally, it was the girl who broke the silence. “Wha- where am… who are you?” she managed to get out.

“I, uh, just, uh,” Sam uttered, completely flustered. He looked down at his hand and immediately retracted it. “I’m just, uh, searching you, uh, for, uh, weapons. Yeah, weapons. Nothing but weapons. I was absolutely not performing lewd acts on a naked girl in my bed.”

“Okay,” the girl replied. “Well, that’s a good thing to note. Could you, uh, also untie my hands?”

“What are you talking about?” Sam inquired. “Your hands are completely normal. Like mine, see?” Sam held his hands up for her to see.

“What are you doing? I can’t see,” the girl told Sam.

“I’m just waving my hands,” Sam informed her.

“Also, if I’m not tied down, then why can’t I feel my arms?” the girl asked.

“I… I dunno…” Sam muttered.

“Huh?” the girl said in a confused tone. “Sorry, I can’t here you.”

“I don’t know,” Sam clarified.

“Oh… okay…” the girl began, trailing off at the end.

“Anyway, who are you? And what happened to your leg?” Sam asked the girl.

“What are you talking about, my leg…?” The girl looked over at the thing that took the place of her left leg. Her eyes widened after her realization that she barely had a left leg anymore. Her mouth was left gaping open. She shook her head, turned to Sam and said, “I’m not sure… I just… i…” She tried to piece together a sentence, but broke out into tears, slamming her head against the bed. Her leg that was actually a leg started flailing around as the silent sobbing turned into bloodcurdling screams. Sam wrapped his arms around her, and held her until she quieted down.

Sam told the girl, “I’m calling 9-1-1.” He took his phone off his desk and started dialing.

“No…” the girl whimpered. “Please don’t. They’ll take me away. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you.”

“But…” Sam protested. “But I don’t know how to deal with this situation.”

“Please,” the girl insisted. “Please let me stay here. I swear I’ll behave. I promise I’ll be a good girl. Just please don’t call anyone.”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Sam said softly. “I, just, why do you want to stay here? I could get you help.”

“No. Please,” the girl said, tears in her eyes. “I- I love you.”
Sam was momentarily paralyzed. When his brain started functioning at full capacity again, he said, “O-Okay. So, uh, did you, uh, I don’t know, want to stay here?”

“Yes. Very much so,” the girl responded.

Sam began to crawl into bed. “So, you never did tell me your name. I’d like to know.”

The girl replied, “Mi-Mina. Mina Terrion.”

“Well, okay Mina Terrion. You can stay for tonight. We’ll decide what to do with you tomorrow.” Sam pulled the sheets over himself and Mina, shut the lights, and went to bed.