Cliché- m.c.

Chapter 3

~Michael~

It has been three days since I've last seen Lily. It has been three days since I've taken Lily's journal. It has been three miserable days filled of guilt, for me, because of this journal. I regret ever stealing from Lily, when all she ever did was be so kind to me. I've regreted my decision every single second of the day for three

I had to return this journal to her. I entered the rustic apartment building and took the stairs to room 505. As I neared the door, I could hear screaming coming from the inside of the small room. I think it was Lily. Who else would it be? I knocked on the door when the screaming subsided, but there was no answer. The anxiety began to build up and I was worried about her. I knocked on the door again and an unfamiliar voice shouted, "It's open!" The screaming started again and I heard glass shatter. I then swiftly opened the door and walked in to see a horrific sight.

A tall girl with carmel brown hair approached me. "I'm Diana, Lily's friend. Okay, I can't bare to look at the sight of blood, so you're taking over. Bye." Then she was gone. Diana. I looked across the room to see Lily in the fetal position, against a wall, crying, with blood running down her hands. My mind moved my feet for me and next thing I know I was hovered over Lily. "Lily? Answer me, babe. Are you okay?" She obviously wasn't okay, it was a natural instinct for me to ask.

She didn't answer. She continued to cry. I didn't know what was going on and Diana left me she being the only one, other than Lily, who had a clue what was going on. I looked around the room to see a pile of blankets in the corner of the room, a glass bowl shattered on the ground, and a few small drops of blood leading from the bathroom to where she was now. I looked down at her again and she was sobbing into her arms that were wrapped around her knees. I took matters into my own hands, having no choice really, and cleaned up as much glass I could and put the blankets back on her small bed. I thought I'd leave the blood to her and I sat down next to her unsure of how to console her.

"Lily?" No answer. She was still sobbing. "Lily, babe, please answer me and tell me what's wrong." Her head perked up and she look at me, confused. She then put her head back down and continued sobbing. I was getting frusterated that she wasn't saying anything. Patience.

I tried a new method. I say down next to Lily and nuzzled my head into the nape of her neck and whispered, softly, into her ear, "Lily, please answer me." She shifted a little bit then sat up staight with her bloody hands in her lap and her long legs spread out infront of her. She rested her head against the wall closing her eyes, tears still streaming down her beautiful, lightly freckled, face. I snaked my arms sround her waist and pulled her in close, untill she was onto my lap. I just looked up at her blank face. Her icy blue eyes stared into the distance then began to well up with tears again. Lily then put her head into the nape of my neck. "Eyes as beautiful as yours shouldn't be crying as much as you are." I whispered into her ear then kissed her cheek. At this point I truly did not care if she found out about my feelings for her. I was making it very obvious at the moment. But, I truly only cared that she was okay.

" Three years ago, my brother died," Lily began to speak. Finnally. "ever since, I-I would have these weird half panic, half anxiety, attacks and I-I just can't control what's going on. It is like I am a whole other person a-and I just get so scared I-" She tried to finish but then began sobbing again. "My brother, an older friend, and I were coming back from a local town festival one night. The older friend, Sam, was driving and me and Dylan, my brother, who was also my twin, and I were messing around in the back seats," Lily stopped to cover her face with her hands; she began sobbing even harder into them. I wrapped my fingers around her skinny wrists, pulled her hands away from her face, then looked her in her eyes. I could really tell she was hurting. "Sam," she continued, "was distracted, and pulled into the road, not aware of his surroundings. We were hit from both sides. Dylan was killed instantly. Sam had few broken bones. And me, I had a few broken ribs. That's where I got this scar," she lifted her shirt to expose he scar that went from her hip to her rib cage. "It was a small car that hit the passenger side, but a big truck that hit the drivers' side." Lily set her shirt down back over her bare stomach. I let my finger tips linger on the scar, under the shirt.

I was at a loss for words. There was no way now I could tell her about the journal and how I took it the other night. I bit my lip and looked up at her. I admired the way her long blonde hair fell down her back, even though it was currently tied up. She still sat upon my lap quietly looking down at her hands, which one rested on my fore arm and the other was in her lap. "I," my voice cracked, "I'm so, so, so sorry. God, you've really been through a lot." My choice of words were not exactly ideal, but Lily didn't seem to mind them.

She gave me a sympathetic look and rested her head on my shoulder. "It's funny," Lily began again "prior to getting into the car, Dylan and I fought over his seat. I wanted to sit behind Sam. But, Dylan always got his way." Lily looked into my eyes this time. "Dylan was my best friend, my brother, my twin, my everything, really. He was always there for me. He was such an optimistic person, too. He played lacrosse and he had a lot of potential. He was bound to go somewhere with it." She smiled a small smile. She actually smiled. The first time this whole night. "After he died though, I was super depressed and I had to go through therapy and all this crazy phsycological stuff. It was horrible." Lily looked down at her, bloody, scratched, hands. "I need to do something about this." She said, barely audible. Lily stood up from her place on my lap and walked to the bathroom. I followed closely behind her.

Once we arrived to the bathroom, she told me there was a first aid kit under the sink. As I took out the first aid kit out from under the sink she sat on the counter and watched me take it out and begin to clean the wounds on her hands. She winced at first, then gradually began to trust me. Minutes passed and I was done. I held onto her gauze wrapped hands and I looked up into her eyes. "Lily."

"Michael."

"I just want you to be okay Lily." The tears began to well up in her eyes again, and I couldn't bare to see her cry again. I then wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my tight embrace. She snaked her arms around me and whispered into my ear.

"There is a gaping hole in my heart, I'll never be okay."

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