Silver Lining | Book #1

-The Beckon Woman-

Helped by imahogwartsdropout and 

Outlined, Written and Revised by tamtam778

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Please, do what I couldn't do for them.

Lilith popped her arm back in place.

A gentle whistle echoed through the brick living room, as her wounds slowly stitched together.

She could see her dead skin dangling from the dried blood-splattered, making her arm seem a completely different tone from her caramel skin. Even with the sun peeking through the currents in an effortlessly quiet lounge, it helped camouflage them both. The brick wall that surrounded the living room was also applied to the other two rooms. The furniture was as rugged as when finding it in the lobby, and the windows only held wooden blinds to keep any breeze out, with a small, workable air condition blowing in. With plastic orbs hanging from the ceiling that swirled with purple mists, the mist invaded the apartment space. On one of the corners slouched a huge bag, ripped and damaged. She pants when the last wound closes, gazing to the corner to see the old, wooden father clock. Its glass is removed, as she sees specs of dust collecting on the plastic hands.

6:00 a.m

An hour 'til her shift.

'She won't mind if I take the day off.'

She reached for her pockets to find her cell, but the absent heavy flip phone that sunk into her pants, made her groan. Using her other hand to pat her right side, she found nothing there. Her mind wanders about recalling when she last saw it, but her heart thundered recalling what occurred last night.

'Okay, now I gotta run.'

She needed to get to the Orange Zone quickly unless she wanted to be stuck there for an hour. Blood Passage's stations aren't the most friendly place to stand for hours to get from one place to another. The small flashbacks that flash through her mind, made her shiver, but it also motivated her to stand on her sore legs before falling face-first on the wooden floors with a pang. Her head throbbed as she tried to rub the pain away, looking back to see what was the problem: her disoriented legs. The right one, still, had the fibula sticking out, while the left looked functional, it was just the calf that was going the opposite way. Lilith sheepishly laughs, looking back at the clock with its menacingly ticking. Only a couple of minutes have passed already. Using her arms to push her forward, her chest slithering on the floor, heading to the kitchen.

Her stomach burned when turning a corner from the counter, avoiding the high wooden chairs as she got closer to the fridge. Pain rattled in her, seeing puffs of smoke still exerting from her body. She couldn't wait for her body to heal, but her legs started to heat as they trembled under the sharp rug burns. Lilith still used her arms to move close enough for the cold handle. She then perched her head and arms on the handle, then lifted herself. One arm steading her, her left yanked the door open to reveal an empty fridge in the flickering light, the frosty air blowing through her disbelief expression as her mouth went slank.

Not a single container, package, or baggy of stripped skins. She dropped herself on the floor, yanking the Refrigerator, stubbornly not moving to the amount of force she was letting out; even looking inside, she became slightly frustrated with what greeted her back.

'Damn, has it already been a month?'

A bright light burst behind her as from the corner of the kitchen and a sun-kissed female emerged from the mist. Crouching next to Lilith as her daze hazel eyes look deep with Lilith's silver ones. When the mist departed, it revealed the dark purple swirl patterns on her hands, as the oversized cotton sweater hid her arms. A huge paper bag leaning on her hips, the black frilly skirt folded under the pressure of holding the bag.