Forsaking Lilly

Chapter Five

I stayed in my room for the rest of the of the day. Sure it was quite rude of me, but it wasn't like I invited them. Don't get me wrong, occasionally I would come out for a pee break or something to drink but nothing other than that. It wasn't that I didn't like Ms. Lynette and Cooper but, I just wanted to be alone. I didn't try reading or anything, I just laid in my bed.

It's hard to explain the emotions that flared through me. The closest I can get to explaining is that I was lonely. I'll admit, I was closer to my father than I could ever be to my mother and when you lose someone who you're really close too it just leaves a gaping hole. I rolled over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I think it wasn't my father's death that was the hardest to cope with, it was the fact that now I wouldn't have the relationship we had anymore. I mean, yeah, I could try to get close to my mother but then again, we're two completely different people. The idea was like, trying to mix water and oil.

It seemed as if I debated this in my head for hours and after a moment longer of me arguing with myself, I just got tired. I looked out my windows so I could get a better view of the time, but all I could generalize was that it was just after sunset. If I went to sleep now I would wake up early, and that was a price I was willing to pay.

I shuffled down into the bed and let my eyes fall shut. Sadly, sleep didn't come as easy to me as it normally does for Heroines in the fancy mystery books, but I as determined to get there. I only had to lie there a bit longer before sleep wrapped its tendrils around me, and sadly they pulled me down into a dream

     

I was back in my home, the true one. I recognized the familiar smell of my sheets and loved the softness of my comforter on my nose. A groan escaped from my dream-lips and floated in the air above, whispering to the walls how I longed to be in this place. Warmth found its way to me from the seems of the comforter and hugged me tight. Yes, this place missed me too and was very glad I was home.

My eyes lulled closed as I relaxed in this heaven, nothing could touch this feeling of comfort. I opened my eyes again to find my room drenched in the lightest colors. Hues of orange, yellow, green, and red swirled on the walls. Fragrance rushed in from some place, finding me, and filling my senses with its love. Oh god, this was nice.

My hair grew excited and lost its gravity, it began to lift and swirl in the air above. The strands of dark danced around my face, evoking something inside me to bubble up and release its self as a giggle. Everything here was my play land, and everything here wanted me just as much as I wanted it. This was my true home, where my father's heart would always rest.

I'm not sure how I felt it, but something in the air quivered in a dark way. Something in me shuddered, and all the warmth that surrounded me rushed out in a quick moment. My heavy eyes opened wider to see that the colors were graying. My walls were no longer bright, but dull and full of dark shades. I watched in horror as my bedroom melted away into a nightmarish ghost of its self, leaving behind no traces of its former beauty.

Something above me shifted, and my hair fell down hard around me. The fragrance was gone, the love was gone, all that was left now was fear and dark. For whatever reason, I pulled my covers up over my head. If I didn't look, this would go away. It would go away, it would go away. I laid there for a minute and nothing happened. Feeling as though my strategy had worked, slowly I pulled down my blanket. And standing right above me, was my father with half of his face blown off.

I wasn't so dramatic that I woke up screaming, but I did wake up drenched in sweat. Which was funny, since I felt so cool. It felt as if there was a breeze inside, but I knew better. I sighed, and flipped the covers back so I could go get some water.  I sat up and scooted to edge of the bed. I rubbed my eyes for a moment and tried to process what had just happened, but I had no success.When I opened my eyes the first thing I noticed was that the French doors were open, and I damn sure don't sleep walk.