Lydia did not feel like continuing with this 'job hunt' so she went back home. All she could think about was James. Lydia grew out of the feeling of Sam. She thought that the only ghost that would be haunting her would be Sam. Lydia would be wrong. The fact that James still cared about Lydia made her become addicted to him like a drug. She always had a thing for James, even when Sam was dating him.
Lydia turned on some alternative/indie music and danced around her flat. All of the memories, the good memories, came alive. Lydia closed her eyes while she danced around. The memory of her and Sam acting like fools at Sam's house played in her mind. The prom was going on and they did not feel like going. So, they had a party of their own. Which included: watching 'The Notebook' and crying because they were complete losers. But, at that moment they would not trade in for being losers for friends and popularity. Food was scattered everywhere along with empty alcohol bottles.
Lydia opened her eyes to see nothing but an empty flat. Lydia lost her smile. She turned off the music and went to her room. She plugged up her phone and took off her clothes. She put on a big t-shirt and laid down in bed. She fell asleep on the thought of Sam. She missed the great memories she shared with her best friend.
Next morning....
Lydia was not breathing. Lydia had her eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling. She was not dead. Nor alive. Paralyzed in bed. Lucifer held her down on the bed, slowly sucking the air out of her lungs. He was pulling her heart out of her chest slowly as she watched.
Three hours later...
Lydia fought back to get her breath back by screaming. She sat up in bed freaking out. Her life was going to continue to being hell. This was, of course, the start.
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.
