Lilly was an innocent soul. The world turned her insane. Cassius was different. He was born with the devil inside him. The song birds fell to Lilly under her knife. She became ever desperate for affection and bigger hearts. Cassius was her answer. T...
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Like a conductor on a train, it commanded her thoughts, controlling her actions. Her anger towards multiple aspects of life was becoming too much. Lilly had only felt this emotion for the first time in her life and it overwhelmed her pure mind. Anger broke her apart. Piece by piece.
Lilly got worse when her mum did. Instead of thanking her sweet daughter for all the help, Val started verbally abusing Lilly. "Your'e a waste of space!" "You do nothing for me, bitch!" "I wish you left with your dad!" It was out of the ordinary but her false accusations to Lilly infuriated her. Never in her life had Lilly felt anger before her mother said her first abusive line to her. It was new and Lilly got too much of it, too fast. She couldn't adapt to her new mum quick enough, consequently chipping away at her mind.
The harsh mix of a bottle filled with hate, anger and a crumbling mind created a reaction so monstrous inside Lilly, it formed a demon. She was changing- subtly but surely.
Every day, either a drop of hate or a splash of anger or a piece of her mind would fall into the dense bottle by her heart. Slowly, it leaked into her bloodstream and into what was left of her thoughts.
At school, she began snapping her pencils in half, then the girl besides her pencils, then the whole classes pencils. She was so subtle with it, no one suspected her, but instead, suspected the usual trouble maker, Cassius Diabolus. Every time she snapped a pencil, Lilly felt the monster she created smile in satisfaction. After a while, it grew bored. It craved more. She craved more.
Lilly increased the intensity of her actions slightly over the course of a few weeks, but they were hardly noticeable. Until, on a Monday morning in 2005, she handed Mrs. Baker a handful of ashes in replacement of her English assignment. "What on Earth is this Miss Jäkel?" the four-eyed teacher shouted. "Well Miss..."
Over the weekend, Lilly went into the forest behind her house. The density of the trees and cover of the leaves gave perfect shelter for her most peculiar act yet. Lighter and paper in hand, she walked into the middle of the forest to her favourite, childhood spot. One where she would go when her mum was in a ferocious rage and Lilly only knew she should hide. There she lit the paper on fire and watched it roll up and burn in front of her. The demon within grinned enormously, proud of what Lilly Jäkel had done.
"Well Miss...I burnt it to ashes, you should be able to see that with those glasses" Lilly said in a sarcastic tone. Her entire class stared stunned by the words that just came out of the perfect girls mouth. Dazzled by what just occurred, Mrs. Baker threw away the ashes and sat at her desk, head in hands. Lilly didn't want this reaction of confusion and misunderstanding, neither did the monster, she wanted anger to be thrown in her face. She wanted to feel something more. Instead, the anger inside herself grew- and so did her demon.
