By the time the cops showed up dad's body with no more than a disfigured shell of ripped and discarded flesh. It took 4 armed men to pull me away from the room, where he lay. All the hate was gone and replaced with pure nothingness, that was till I saw Sammie. He ran to me with arms wide open, but stopped just before he reached me.
"Cassie have you been painting?"
"Cassie?" I asked taken aback "that's not my name Sammie"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh never mind. But what do you mean Painting?"
"You're covered in red and the police are here, you must have picked a really ugly red."
He went to touch my shirt which I only just realized was soaked in dads' blood. I smacked his hand away and crouch down to him.
"Sorry buddy but I don't want you getting dirty"
"That's right little man. Sorry to do this but you're going to have to come with me." A police officer appeared out of nowhere and was looking at me.
"I'm coming to" Sammie said with such confidence.
"I guess you will be." He answered
"Cassie has to get changed though, sir" he said to the man.
"She will later when were at the station." The Officer confirmed and went to take out he hand cuffs but another officer shook he head and whispered
"It was self-defence and she lost it, look at the girl she's obviously been though some shit, Brett"
The police officers were off talking about something ridiculous like what they were going to do with me, whether I'm stable enough. I'm not even sure anymore.
As Sam and I were sitting in the back of the car I was thinking back to when he called me Cassie. That was my name but it just felt wrong. Why did it feel sko wrong?
It's because we're one
What? I was taken aback by the comment
We are one Cassie, or should I say Lilium.
You're Lilium I'm Cassie no more that's that. I thought frantically trying not to believe it.
Oh sweet Cassie, you do not know what I am do you?
I don't want to. I blocked her out of my mind after that but I couldn't stop thinking about her answer.
