Chapter 33

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Lillian's POV

I wake up screaming. I look around and scream again. It's coming true. NO! NO! I scream again and stand up.

"This is your fault. You deserve to die." One says.

"Die bitch. Die." Another says.

"You deserve a painful death." Another says. I scream and fall to the floor as they all come closer. I scramble backwards until I hit a wall. I scream louder this time. I hear fast footsteps from the side of me but I'm too scared. I put my head to my knees and cry. They are right. I deserve to die. A painful death.

"Lillian!" I hear someone shout. I look up but can only see the ghosts... The spirits of the people I killed.

"Who is that?" I cry.

"It's your mum!" They shout. My vision clears up and the spirits are gone and I see mum and dad in front of me.

"Mum? Dad?" I sob.

"Honey.. What's wrong? Why were you screaming?" Mum asks panicked again. I always do this to her.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. It's nothing." I say wiping my eyes.

"That's a lie. Come on babygirl. Tell us what's wrong." Dad says. He hasn't called me babygirl since Melody was born.

"You haven't called me that in so long." I whisper with a smile on my face.

"It seemed like the right moment to call you it. You will always be our babygirl." He says and crouches down. He kisses me on the forehead and I smile.

"Now what's wrong?" He asks.

"I had this nightmare. I was alone. Right on that couch. I had woken up in the dream and saw spirits everywhere telling me I deserve death. A painful death. When I woke up properly, the same thing happened. I don't know what to do. What if they are right? What if they are speaking the truth?" I sob.

"No one deserves to die. We'll get through this. We promise. Maybe Bonnie can help us out." Mum says.

"No don't. I'll sort it out. I can handle it." I try to reassure them and myself.

"No. We are family. We conquer this together." I smile at them both and stand up.

"I love you both." I say and hug them both at the same time.

"We love you too." They say in unison. I feel my legs weakening.

"Mum... Dad... Couch..." Were the last words I say before passing out.


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