Nightmares

Chapter 9

Before I knew it, I was back in my cell. The memory of my mother made me want to die. I couldn't believe that I could let him kill her while I was standing right there.

So, this is what he meant. I really do want to be alive again to I can kill myself.

I didn't realise that I was still alive. Mother was dead, and Lily was dead, but I wasn't.

It had been what felt like weeks that I was just in the cell, rotting, but I never felt hungry or thirsty. They didn't feed us, anyway.

Lucifer himself walked in that day. He had that smug look on his face that would have made me want to slap him, if I wasn't so weak.

"Another surprise?" I asked sarcastically.

"Hmph! You're no fun!" he pouted, opening the cell. I could barely keep my eyes open, which I was counting on. Whatever happened next would happen to Lina, and I didn't want to see that.

Lucifer casually lead me to a different room that was really dark. Once again, my eyes had to adjust. I could make out a cot but no baby.

"Well, where is she, then? You're supposed to be torturing Lina now, right?"

I never realised how time in hell can completely change one's personality.

"I see my influence has changed you," Lucifer purred,"She's in there, and I didn't eveb have to do anything this time. What a shame." He pointed to the cot.

I walked towards the cot in the far left corner of the room. My steps were cautious as it was so dark and anything could be in there. I finally reached the cot and stared down.

Lina.

She was as thin as a rake and as pale as a vampire. She made tiny coughs and sneezes. I could feel the heat radiate from her small, fragile body. She must've gotten a fever, and Lucifer obviously used that.

She caught my glance and smiled. "Mmm...Mmm...Aaa..."

That was all she could say. I tried teaching her my whole name but I thought "Mmmaaa" was pretty good for a one year old.

She reached her arms up for me and I picked her up. I cradled her in my arms, my beautiful baby sister, singing the lullaby.

" Sweet and low, sweet and low. Wind of the Western sea. Low, low, breathe and blow. Wind of the Western sea. Over the rolling waters go. Come from the dying moon and blow. Blow him again to me, while my little one, while my pretty sleeps. "

Lina looked into my sobbing eyes. I watched hers turn into the grey death, just like Lily's. I felt her body grow ice cold in an instant. She was gone. My baby sister was gone.

" Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon. Rest, rest on sister's breast, Father will come to thee soon. Father will come to his babe in the nest. Silver sails all out of the west, under the silver moon. Sleep, my little one. Sleep, my pretty one, sleep."