Flee Omega Flee (Book #2)

(17) Flee Omega Flee

Chapter 17.

                I was scared to sleep. In no way would I want to risk having to go back to that place and be killed. It was still hard to wrap it around my head, I mean, my friend had tried to kill me. Though I don’t know anything above the years of eight, I know for a fact that friends don’t do that. I mean, had I done something to upset her?

                The tears wouldn’t stop falling, and I wanted more than anything to leave. If I fell asleep for even a second she could kill me, and I didn’t want to die like that. It looked so painful. My death would approach sooner or later, and I didn’t want my blood spilt on her hands. I know deep down she’s just afraid, and would beat herself up if she ever really did kill me. Perhaps I can persuade her not to.

                Lilura was the one who taught me peace, there is no way she would not listen to what she had given to me. She wouldn’t ignore her own teachings. I needed to fall asleep. This was the only way I could save myself and get to know more about her. She has never been personal with me, all she talks about it teaching. Maybe that’s what distracts her from her family.

                The moment I closed my eyes, I was sucked into a memory. I gasped noticing the warm air and summer breeze. Lilura had explained to me what summer was, she said it was always her favorite time of the year because school was never in session. It was the time when all the mattered was having fun. I couldn’t hide the grin for long, because I had to find her.

To my surprise, there were children running in and out of her home. There were so many of them that I lost count. Giggles could be hear from toddlers, and laughing from teenagers. Mindless teasing was thrown at boys and girls, but almost all of them looked the same. What memory was this?

“Kids!” A voice called and I turned to look at it from the window. When I looked harder, I noticed it was the same woman who had been killed, Lilura’s mother. “It’s time for supper.”

By that very word of food they all bolted, all but one. Her brownish black hair was swaying in the wind, and she was sitting on the wooden swing. My guess was it was always her thinking place.

When the mother noticed her daughter was not coming in, she went up to her. It wasn’t long before she was kneeling in front of the young girl, who seemed to be crying. I looked over, wanting to catch every glimpse and every word spoken.

“What’s wrong Lily?” Her mother asked, and Lilura looked up with tear streaked cheeks.

“Why am I so weird Mama?” She sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

“You’re not weird, you’re perfect.”

“I’m different.”

“In a unique way that makes you, yourself.” The mother encouraged, and I sat down to watch Lilura being comforted. It made me wonder if my own mother would have done something like that.

“But I’m a monster.” She trembled, shaking her head at her mother. “Everyone else is just a normal witch.”

“And who wants to be stuck with normal?” She teased, kissing her daughters cheek.

“Sad isn’t it?” A dead monotone voice spoke, and I turned around to see Lilura. She looked different, she looked awful.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said, brushing off the violet dress I seemed to be wearing. No matter where I was, Lilura would always make me wear the color violet.

“You know how badly I want to kill you because it would make life so much easier.” Her laugh was unemotional, and she directed her eyes away from her memory and to me. “But you still decide to fall asleep so easily.”