Lime Eyes - Eleven Hopper + Max Mayfield

The Prologue

September 8, 1979

Sitting in a chair, a young girl is drawn to something. Her paint palette is placed on one side of the table. She alone is painting something, her parents insist that she might become the modern Artemesia Gentileschi. This has been much in the Harrington household.

Parents care more about the image of themselves and their children. Rather than what the kids can do, and what they want. There sits the girl with light blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. She has been thinking about what to paint, and what the message of her painting would be. Not maybe her parents, not even her twin siblings Steve and Tory Harrington. Would allow her to draw something like that.

Something in mind, she starts to draw. Starting with a pencil, she outlines what her drawing would look like. Getting the two pencils she has in her pencil case. Outlines, similar to that of Gentileschi. Maybe of women, of themselves, doing something she likes. Maybe her friends in Grade School. Going somewhere in the world, or about the girl she has in her dreams. Yes, a girl in her dreams.

She was told by her parents not to do this.

But she does anyway and outlines the girl from her dreams. The youngest Harrington doesn't know who she is, but someone special in her heart.

Penciling the outlines of the drawing, getting in minutes for her drawing to be really good. Getting in her eyes, ears, and every facial detail she can make. Including that of herself, with her.

But try to make it a secret from her parents or brother not to see anything on her artwork. She wants secrecy in making the artwork.

She hears footsteps, someone is coming for her. Looks through the door dividing the hallways to the dining room. Relieved that the person going down is her older brother Steve Harrington. "Steve?" she asks her brother. Not anything he could say.

"Lili, I know that you like to paint right now. But it is time for sleeping, I know it's Saturday. But Mom and Dad said that you should be sleeping right now. This time is not good." He says.

"Okay, then I would go to sleep right now. But please Steve, don't touch my painting palette. Okay?" She asks him and the older boy nods.

"Okay, Goodnight!" he says.

"Goodnight Stevie." Liliana brings her paint palette upstairs. Her painting is well placed on a secret screen where she puts her drafts. Gets to her bedroom, and washes her face off. Turns off the lights, and goes to sleep. Having a nice comfortable bed could keep her nightmares away, right? Right? Not this time.

While sleeping, she dreams of something around her. In the dream, she is transported somewhere else. Like a place where life is completely shut down. With nothing to see, except some white walls surrounding. It is sterile like the hospital where she went in her infancy.

In the dream stands a girl with shaved hair, wearing a hospital gown. Blood is everywhere in the room, with a rainbow painted on the room. Like the place where she would go, but around the room. Dead Bodies. Bodies of unknown people she doesn't even know about. Kids mostly, with their eyes sucked out and their limbs cracked.

Around the little girl's gown is blood. Her eyes, and nose. With dried blood, something bad happened around. Lili couldn't tolerate this. She closes her eyes, hoping that what she is seeing is a nightmare. Opens her eyes again, now not bothering the dead bodies around the room. Looking at the lights returning.

She sees a crack in the wall, nobody knows what happened here. Maybe someone was pinned to the wall and broke it. Someone opens the door in the back of the room. There stands a man in his 50s or 60s. With white hair around his head. And a mark with blood on it. The girl is still looking at the crack, "What have you done?" he says it loud.

"I don't know," Liliana says, "What have you done?!" says the man again with more anger. "SHE DID NOTHING!" Lili shouts protests defending the poor girl. Before she could do anything, the dream fades.

She wakes up from her dream, checking her surroundings. Lili gets her flashlight, first and placed it beside the table. Touches it, feeling that it is solid. But she isn't delighted with what she has seen in her dream. An itch she can feel in her right wrist.

There on her right wrist is a tattoo, with three Greek letters. Something she hasn't seen before.

ΧΘΧ

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