The night was coming to life in the city. Lydia did not go to class. She just decided not to face the class that had one of Sam's ex boyfriends, James. He dated Sam in high school and followed her everywhere. He harasses Lydia for NOT saving Sam.
Lydia just let Green Day fill her mind with peace. Even if it took listening to American idiot. She was the average American idiot. So vulnerable. So alone. So stupid. The drive around the city was tiring but beautiful. The lights made foreigners feel home and the buildings made them feel foreign. London is a place for Lydia.
Lydia finally stopped at a nearby food shop. Grocery time. Lydia just needed the usual milk, eggs and bread. "Lydia!" She knew that voice anywhere. It was James. "Go away James." She kept walking. "I need to talk to you." He grabbed her arm. She turned around to see his worried face. "What do you want? To torture me about how everything was my fucking fault!?" He shook his head no. "No I came to give you something that might put your mind to ease. Sam wrote this two nights before she was killed." "James she was not killed she killed herself!" James let go of her arm. "Just read this letter for her. Maybe you will understand." He walked away. Lydia put the letter in her purse and continued shopping.
YOU ARE READING
Lydia
HorrorA story written. The voices that existed in her head became to live in the reality. Her past stayed. She never escaped the pain. The demon has awoken. And he's accompanied with some friends.
