Love of a Dead Girl

Chapter 15: Lily

Dead silence. That's all I hear. Standing here, not knowing what to do, this is the most frozen I've felt since the night of my death. 7 minutes after I stopped breathing, that's how long I was trapped inside my body, unable to do anything but think. This horrific moment, bringing back the terrors of that night, is the moment when I realise that I have feelings for Xander. This moment at the worst of times.

I'm back in room 13, but it's different. This is before they remodeled it. I look over to see a sleeping Jason on the other side of my bed. I smile, admiring my boyfriend. Then I drift back off to sleep for a few minutes before I have to wake up the next morning. Right as I'm drifting in to the welcoming arms of unconsciousness, I burst awake due to lack of breath and struggle to know whats happening. I finally realise as i taste the fabric of the pillow in my mouth, blocking my oxygen supply.

I feel fists balled up at my temples, holding the pillow to my face that is suffocating me. I struggle helplessly to rip the hands away from the pillow to draw in a breath, to no avail. These hands are stronger than mine, and I am getting woozy. My chest is convulsing, trying to use the last of my oxygen, my lungs burning with the effort. Slowly, I start to slip into the darkness, knowing that I had no chance left, I struggle once more, for a last chance at life, then I go limp, and I know that my life has been cut short by the one I thought loved me.

Little to my knowledge, did I know that I would have to sit in darkness for the longest 7 minutes of my entire existence with nothing but my thoughts. I thought about my whole life. It seemed as if every minute of my whole life came to the forefront of my mind in super speed. I thought about my family, about Jason, about what could have went wrong, about where I would go. Was this it for the rest of eternity, this lonely and depressing pit of darkness, which was somehow more comforting than the struggle for life I had encountered just a minute earlier.

I am jerked out of my despairing flashback as Jordan comes running down the stairs. As soon as he reaches his "base" I question him frantically, "What happened up there and where is Xander?!?" He answers with a breathless reply of, "He's upstairs, Jackson possessed him, gotta get the exorcism kit." All I can do is mouth 'Oh no' to myself, as the sudden realization of what I knew was a possibility becomes reality. Jordan grabs some religious looking things and runs back upstairs, to hopefully save the boy that I now realize I love.

There has been no noise since Jordan came downstairs, which i find suspicious. Then I hear yelling again, from Jordan this time, then screaming from Xander. It pains me to hear that sound, but I hope Jordan is helping him. Then silence again, and I feel a change in the air, and I know all is well.