One knock.
Two knocks.
Three.
Nobody answered the door. Funny, she can't help but get embarrassed even though she knows nobody's there to witness her stupidity.
She walks out the porch and stepped on the stone path when she heard a creak.
"Yes? Do you need anything?" A quiet voice greeted. Sam looked back and saw a girl, probably 18 or 19 peeping through the medium sized crack between the door and the door frame.
Smile. She should smile. She should try and make friends and not intimidate anyone.
"Hi, I'm Sam...by the way" Nice, "I'm staying at the house across the lake. I'll be staying for awhile there. Nice to meet you, you are?.." Good job not being awkward.
The girl looked at her with curious but cautious eyes. She slowly opened the door to expose more of her body. She was wearing a frilly peach looking dress. Her hair was the perfect red and curly and was in two braids, each resting beside her ears and she also had freckles.
She looked sweet.
"My name's Lilith...Nice to..meet you." Lilith reached out her hand. Sam can't help but smile. She gripped Lilith's hand softly. Even though the younger looked pale, when their skin came close to each other, she noticed she, herself, was still pale. You can say Lilith was the healthy-pinkish pale that's desirable by every women on earth while she on the other hand was the sickly-dull kind of pale that a girl who doesn't really go out that much has.
"Would you like to come in?" Lilith asked. She smiled and seemed to like the thought of having a girl friend.
"Oh, it's fine, I'm going for a jog and would probably go to town. It's really nice to meet you though, hope we can hang out soon." Lilith went closer with her arms open, waiting. She's expecting for a hug. Sam observed the scene before going in for the hug.
"It's nice to meet you too, Samantha." Lilith squeezed tight before letting go. "Well, see each other soon and hang out."
Lilith waved happily as Sam walks to the direction of the road.
"Did I tell her my whole name? Maybe. Wait but it's obvious that 'Sam' is short for 'Samantha' though" Sam muttered as she walked down the little hill.
When Sam walked out of her sight, Lilith walked back to the door and locked it. All the lights inside the house was off and the sunshine from the outside cannot go inside the close blinds. It was dark.
She felt a breath beside her face.
"It was her." Lilith breathed out as she dusted her dress.
"How did she look like?" The voice whispered.
"Just like her but her hair is chesnut not blonde." Lilith turned around and sat on the couch. She turned on the small lamp sitting on top the little table beside the couch.
Grey mist can be seen roaming around the chair in front her.
"Calm down. She's not going away." Lilith reassured the being.
"That's..what you said last..last time." the voice sounded distressed.
"I promise you. She's not going anywhere this time."
"I'm counting on you, Lithum." The mist slowly faded away and Lilith turned off the lamp. She looked at both of her palms and sighed. There were dots visible on both of her wrists. Six on the left and four on the right. One dot is slowly appearing making it five dots on her right. Lilith pursed her lips, stood up and proceeded to the stairs.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Sam took a two deep breaths as she stopped on her tracks. It's starting to pour. "It was sunny a while ago, you got to be kidding me." She pulled up her hood and tried to look for somewhere she can stand by. She should've listened to her uncle.
She jogged faster and she can see a little shed ahead. She fastened her pace. She trips on nothing and smudged mud all over her sweatpants. "I feel blessed, thanks." Sam curses under her breath as she stands up and reach the shed. Before going in, she looked up. The sky was angry, thunder clouds are every where and the wind is too strong.
The light switch inside the shed was damaged so without no choice, she pulled out her phone. Thankfully it's not wet. She turned on the flashlight and scanned the tiny place. It looks old but sturdy. There were cracks on the ceiling and tiny and big holes on every wall. Farming tools were properly arranged inside. She checks the signal on her phone. Tough luck, not even a single bar, even her data wont work. Well, at least her phone is at 87%.
Sam sat at the corner of the shed with one arm around her knees while the other one holding her phone in front her face. She has been staring at the bright screen for far too long that whenever she looks away she needs to take a while to adjust to the darkness. She looks up and looks outside the worn down window in front of her. The clouds are now covering the sky. It's getting darker and darker and the rain does not look like it would stop any moment. It would be bad if she'll spend her 2nd night in an unknown shed. By the looks of it, before it rained, she's not even close to town. Lilith's house is still close by, so she decided she should just stop at her place. It would seem rude but she has no choice. She'd rather spend her day inside the house of a girl she just met than to spend it inside the old and musky shed.
It's still raining pretty hard. Sam took a deep breath as she opened the door. It never rained this hard in the city where she lives. This feels nice and relaxing if you look at it in another perspective.
The wind is cold.
She steps outside, closes the door immediately and sped off into the direction of Lilith's house. She can feel her socks squish with every step. The feeling is unbearable and disgusting. She fastened her running, trying to shield her face using her arm against the rain. She's not fit, everyone should probably know that. She has been skipping her physical ed ever since she was in high school. She's been to a gym once and that was the worst decision she has ever made. She was sore all over and she can't even properly go to the toilet without wincing and crying out in pain. She'll probably end up like that again as she's running for her life. It's still 3 in the afternoon but the sky is so dark you might think it's already evening. It seemed like the rain has no plan to stop.
She turns right and she can see Lilith's house. 2 minutes away it seems.
"She's..coming back?" Lilith breathed out as she sits up in the bathtub. Confused, she stood up and wiped herself dry and changed into a navy blue satin night gown. She rushed down the stairs and before Sam could knock on the door Lilith already had opened it. She saw the soaked Sam, breathing heavily. "Come in. Come in." She ushered. "You must be cold, I'm getting a towel, please sit down."
Sam looked at Lilith with a thankful expression. A chill ran down her spine and she has no choice but to shiver in pain. It was painfully cold, it seems that the house is colder inside than what's happening outside. The place looks clean and well decorated.
She then saw Lilith coming down the stairs with two folded towels sandwiched between her arm and body and a change of clothes on her hands. "Please change into this and let me bring your clothes to the dryer. I'm going to heat up some tea." Lilith smiled. For such a young girl she seemed mature and well raised. Sam smiled at the thought of comparing herself to the younger lady.
"So..where's your parents?" Sam hesitated for a bit. It's impossible for a young lady like her to be living alone. And the house looked too big for just a single person. Lilith looked at her with a peaceful yet sad expression. "They went on a trip." She walked to where Sam is sitting and settled the tea cup and teapot. Steam was blowing on top it. "I stayed behind.. to look after the house." Lilith paused. "Would you like some sugar in your tea? Milk?"
Sam looked at her reflection on the cup and stirred it around. The towel slid down her head and settled on her shoulder. "Milk, please. Thank you." Lilith grabbed the little container containing the liquid dairy. Lilith poured the perfect amount. Sam sipped the tea, perfect.
"Do you have a telephone?"
"Yes."
YOU ARE READING
The Waters
General FictionSam has always been a person who loves water. The water seems to also like her. She'll meet new people and finally know what her connection to water is.