Lillith - Short Story

Henry

Dirt bit against my skin roughly while I roll across it, the meadow supporting me slightly. A scream of pain left my pale lips, staring wearily with wet eyes towards the oppressor. The whistling wind only just managed to be quiet enough for me to hear,

"What's wrong? Your crappy painting skills can't help you now."

He clenched his tanned fist harshly.

"W..Why are you doing this?"

I managed to choke out a whisper, my shoulder length blonde hair having a battle with itself while it flies around everywhere. The smell of dew lingered in the air. The hiss of the wind became louder, while leaves rattled and clashed into each other. Oak trees swallowing us from every direction.

"My art is obviously better than yours, you rigged the system!"

Yelled a tiny voice ferociously, while he slams his puny boots into the green, dewy ground, heading my direction. Low growling caused him to stop in his tracks. A miniature puppy barked at the boy, with no good intentions towards him. The intense amount of fur and the bright orange colour on the pup caused it to stand out. The red head chuckled in amusement.

"What's this little guy going to do? Kill me with cuteness?"

His shrill voice was in a menacing, cocky tone. The smirk that had once appeared on his face had disappeared. Slowly withdrawing himself while jagged teeth flashed at his direction. Young paws pounced their way, causing them to dash away in a panic. My mouth dropped wide open, not believing what just happened. The scruffy expression on the animals face went away, replacing it with a light-pink tongue out, a leg scratching behind his ear.

"What on earth..."

I mumble softly, the pup leaping onto me and licking my face several times. His saliva covered my face, I would cough in response.

"Whoa! Whoa boy – Calm down.."

My shy voice replied. Of course, the dog didn't listen. His immense amount of fur wrapped around my fingers like glue while I comb through his hair. 

The rest was all a blur, I mean, that was from my childhood after all.

Tap, tap, tap.

My bare arm continuously heaving a teeny yellow ball at the blue dark-hued wall. At the same time, my leg was being whacked by a fuzzy tail repeatedly. The whole area had an odour of wet paint. It stung my nostrils, causing me to rub my nose or sneeze every once and awhile. The whole room was almost kaleidoscopic. It is filled with walls and cupboards of multi-coloured, unique paintings. Getting lost in thought, the ball rolls down me, bouncing onto the wooden floor.

"Go get it, boy."

The hefty unit jumped off the sheets with a squeak coming from the mattress. My blanket cradled me like a baby, it's softness felt like a cloud. I was sinking in and letting it eat me. I was rudely interrupted by the burst of my door.

"Lillith! The hell have you been doing!?"

A teenager, who was a few years older than me with straight rose gold hair barges in, yelling hysterically. The dog flinches and barks from all the ruckus. This causes me to jump out of my skin, falling onto the cold, hard floor with a grunt. My arm was yanked up and forcefully dragged along with him. I looked ridiculous in my blue star pajamas darting around. The dog pushed his stubby legs and followed us.