Love Me Till I Die...

Love Me Till I Die...[chapter thirteen]

Hey again guys!! I can't believe that I have already writtne this chapter. It's amazign i have managed to upload this quickly. Recently it's been at least 3 weeks before my next chapter!! I'm so proud of myself :)

Well this chapter is written in Lydia's POV which we havn't read from yet and it was quite fun to get inside her head and her life with out Oriana at home. The next chanpter is still pretty much this chapter but from Dimitri's POV as i havn't written from him yet. But i hope you like readign this part and vote, fan, comment? Thank you :)

~LouiseB

Chapter Thirteen

Lydia

Friday 16th September. Just one more day until the weekend I told myself as I sat in front of my mirror in my room tying my long hair up into a pony tail. I studied my complexion. My eyes were slightly blood shot from the crying I had done over the last six days. My skin was pale leaving me looking ill and worn out. I still wore the same make up but somehow it didn’t cover up the lost girl underneath, I could still see her. I stood up and examined my appearance. My skinny jeans, blouse and basic pumps made me look average and normal. I at least was normal in one respect.

Sighing I picked up my school bag and slung it over my shoulder, dreading the day ahead of me. Glancing once more at myself in the mirror I shut of the light, whipped back my curtains letting the sun flood into my room before turning and walking out onto the landing. I walked the few seconds it took to reach Oriana’s room before I stopped and opened her door looking in.

Everything was the same. Nothing was out of place and nothing had been moved, except for the clothes that no longer hung in the wardrobe or lay in the draws. I hesitated in the door frame before slowly walking over to her bed and flopping down into a seated position. It had been six days since Oriana was taken from the house and placed into that place. I missed her more than I ever thought I would. I realised that I spent nearly every waking moment at school with her. I mean I had other friends but most of them had gone now turned against me.

Over the weekend that Oriana had been placed in the asylum, the whole school had found out. Found out that my cousin was ‘mad’. I didn’t want to believe that she was. I couldn’t. She was my family and I loved her. I hadn’t gone to see her yet on my aunt’s orders. I really wanted to go and see her and I wanted to tell her that I believed her, that I knew Dimitri. But I couldn’t. it would be a lie and I couldn’t feel her with false hope that he really is alive.

“Lydia?” I was pulled out of my thoughts as my aunt called my name. I stayed silent. “Lydia where are you? Are you up?” She called her voice growing louder the closer she got. She stopped in Oriana’s door way, her hair in an unruly mess and her dressing gown draped over her frame and wrapped tightly around her. She froze and swallowed loudly. “Why are you in here?” She asked the same as every time she found me in here. I shrugged same as every other time. “Well come on it’s time for breakfast” she told me with an easy smile.

I stood up with my bag in hand and walked towards her. I paused “I’m fine. I’ll get something on the way to school” I mumbled keeping my eyes locked firmly on the floor. I hastily brushed past her and began to walk towards the stairs. I descended them with her hot on my heels. “Come on you have to eat” she told me almost pleadingly. “I will” I told her bluntly. “Just not with you”. I heard her halt slightly behind me at my words. “What have I done to you?” She demanded in a hurt tone. I ignored her and continued towards the door. “Lydia” she exclaimed whirling me round by my elbow to face her.  

I looked up into her eyes for the first time in days. “Why are you so hostile to me? What have I done? Tell me, I might be able to help” She said quietly, calmly. I began to shake with anger at her calm tone. “What have you done?” I asked back in a yell, anger boiling over now and taking over me. “I’ll tell you what you’ve done” I screamed advancing on her slowly. “You have sent your own sixteen year old daughter to a mental asylum. You didn’t need to do that. You have taken the only person I felt close to away from me. My best friend, my cousin. I have no one. You have made me the laughing stock of the school. No one will come near me in case the ‘crazy’ is catchable. I miss her like crazy and the only thing that you can do to make this all go away, is to get her back” I yelled at her tears prickling in my eyes.