I lift C.C. in Fredbear's mouth. Micheal is saying something. Crunch!
"W-w-w-what? C.C. stop joking with me. C.C.? C.C.! DAD! HENRY! SOMEBODY! HELP!" I say. Henry and dad rush in.
"SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!" somebody yells. My fingers hurt...
It goes dark.
*Few hours later*
I open my eyes to see dad and Henry.
"Oh, thank you! How are you feeling?!" Henry says, relieved.
"M-my fingers hurt..." I say, finding it hard to talk.
"Fredbear broke one of your hands and 2 fingers on the other. Do you remember what happen or do I have to fill you in?"
"I was holding C.C. one moment... then there was a red liquid... then darkness." I say, trying to remember.
Code blue! All able people needed in room ####. I repeat, Code Blue! All able people needed in room ####.
Dad jumps up.
"That's C.C.'s room!" He says quickly and rushes out the door.
"Code blue... code blue. I JUST KILLED C.C." I say. I start sobbing.
"I killed my little brother. I killed him." I say, over and over. What happened before it went dark keeps flashing in my mind.
"Stop!" I yell, crying and pulling on my face.
Henry rushed over to me and was trying to calm me down.
"He is my son! Please let me see him, damn it!" I hear dad yell.
Henry sits on my bed, next to me, and has me rest on his shoulder.
*after a few hours*
"I'm sorry... I was forced into it. I tried telling them the idea was dangerous. They didn't listen. I wanted them to like me so I did it a-"
"I know it was an accident. Who is them. Who are you talking about? You were holding C.C. next to Fredbear. Nobody else was there."
"Micheal, Simon, James, and Alex... they ditched me?"
"Micheal and his masked friends forced you to put C.C. into Fredbear's mouth?"
"Yeah... Henry, can I tell you something?" I ask him.
"Anything."
(So, Simon raped Lilithe. I don't know how to write this, so yeah... he is Chica mask btw.)
Henry doesn't say anything. I look at him and looks... angry. I have never seen him mad. He is very forgiving. He hugs me tighter.
A doctor comes in with William.
"Are you her other dad?"
"N-" Henry starts.
"Yes. What is it?" I interrupt.
"Lilithe will have to stay here for a bit to make sure she is okay. She hit her head kinda hard."
"Okay."
The doctor leaves.
"Is C.C. uhm..."
"Yes. I-I... I don't blame you Lilithe. It was accident. I just have to ask, why would you do that despite knowing it was dangerous?"
"She was forced William... and she was also forced into giving her body to somebody..."
(She fell asleep. She falls asleep easily.)
"What?!"
"Let's talk out there..."
*After being released from the hospital.*
I am sitting in my bay window again. Dad knocks on the door.
"She did it again..." I say, aloud.
"Did what?"
"Beat me."
"When?"
"When I was released and we were alone."
"I am so sorry, Lily... I am..."
"It's okay. It's my fault they are dead. I deserve it." I say. Dad sits next to me. He sets me on his lap and rubs my hands. It's comforting.
"It isn't your fault. It isn't at all your fault, okay?"
"Okay... I... did Henry tell you?"
"The boy?"
"Yeah..."
"Yes. Are you okay? Are you feeling sick, or anything?"
"No. Why?"
"Well..."
"Oh... you thought I was... yeah... no. I am just tired. I can't sleep."
We just sit together in the window. After a while, dad breaks the silence.
"Do you like girls?"
"I mean... I guess."
"Boys?"
"Yeah... I guess. I would date anyone... after I knew them well, of course."
"Did you know I like boys?"
"Then why did you marry mom?"
"She tricked me. She told me I had raped her while I was drunk. I was told that if this ever happened, to stay and help raise the kid. So I married her. I now know she lied to me. I am going to divorce her. I've noticed that you made Henry your second parent. Well... Henry didn't mind helping me."
"Will you marry him?"
"I don't know. We dated in high school. Then your mom happened. I broke up with him, and told him what happened. He had told me in late middle school that he wasn't a girl. In my book, transgenders are what they say they are. He said he was a boy, and so he is a boy."
"Cool... I am a girl."
"That is perfectly fine. People should be able to be themselves without having to be scared."
"I saw a kid the other day being picked on because of his skin. I told them to knock it off."
"You did a good thing. It is sad to see people being treated differently because of something that they can't control."
That was when I learned people are people, no matter their religion, sexuality, gender, race, or anything else. I always kept this close to my heart.
Never did I think I would be judged because I was a girl.
