𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞; 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘
chapter thirty nine.
" Back From The Dead. "

She sits comfortably at her desk, with a fuzzy blanket that she stole from Lydia wrapped around her body, forcing the cold away from her already warm skin. She keeps her knees pulled into her chest, while she slowly takes a sip out of her water bottle, followed by a bite out of the sandwich that she's made for herself. The darkness in her bedroom completely spreads around her room, a single lemon scented candle and her dim lighted computer brightening her room with just the right amount of light she needs to stay focused. The tips of her fingers speedily run across her computer keyboard, typing down everything that comes to her mind. Her brain concentrates on the task that she's set for herself, planning on finishing the project before the sun rises. After sitting in one place for many hours, — barely moving — she glances over to her phone and pauses her music, she tugs her headphones out of her ears, and tosses them onto the table, out of her way.

She runs her hands over her face, adding pressure onto her eyes, trying to calm down the irritation that the bright light in a dark room has caused her. She annoyedly sighs, angry at herself. Mad that her mind has given up on her when she has yet to finish the project that needs to be done. She brings her hand back up to her forehead, gently pressing down on the center of her temple. She shuts her eyes for a minute, trying to let her throbbing migraine pass, so she can go back to her work.

Just as Lilith is about to shut off her computer and try to get some sleep, she hears a loud cry come from outside her door, down the hall. Not a normal cry, but instead a baby's cry. Confused, she turns away from her open laptop and towards her shut bedroom door, questioning if she's heard it correctly. Questioning her own sanity. While keeping her eyes stuck on her bedroom door, she slowly reaches forward and shuts her computer, pushing it away from herself. Not knowing if it's a stupid idea or not, she pushes herself out of her chair and walks towards her door, exiting her bedroom. She quietly tiptoes into the pitch black hallway, just to be met with unfamiliar surroundings. Despite the whole house being dark, she can easily recognize that she's not standing in the house she grew up with, nor is she standing in any house that she recognizes. For a moment, she second guesses if she should follow the noise or not.

The cries continue.

Coming to a conclusion that it is infact a stupid idea to follow the noise, she continues deeper into the dark hallway. She allows her feet to take her wherever they please. Even though to her eye she doesn't recognize the house she's in, somehow she knows her way around, even more than she knows the back of her own hand. She stuffs her hands inside her sweatpants pockets, while her bare feet drag along the cold hardwood floor; not needing to touch a wall or a railing to know where she's going. Her eyes glance around the upstairs, noticing that she passes not one, not two, but three closed doors before making it to the door where the cries are coming from. She releases a nervous breath, as she reaches her shaking hand to the door knob. For a moment she hesitates, she glances behind her — towards the door she just came out of — then back to the door in front of her. She quietly opens the shut door, just to be met with darkness. Somehow knowing exactly where a lamp is located, she walks into the room and turns it on, not wanting to rudely brighten the room.