Don't Scream

why?

Something I didn't expect. She looked at me and she grinned. she grinned this malicious grin that chilled me to the bone, then she really did something I didn't expect. She screamed. She screamed bloody-murder, she screamed like If I were skinning her alive... then she began scratching herself...her sharp nails cutting her skin like butter. then she looked at me as if i were the one doing this to her. I tried reaching out to her, to stop her before she hurt herself even more, but she screamed even louder and tried backing away from me. she fell to floor and instead of scratching she began pulling her hair out. At first, only a little fell out but then big clumps began to fall out. 

" Lily, stop!....Please Lily. Stop....." I pleaded. 

My voice made her jump, and she pulled herself into the fetal position and tried hiding her face with her hands. she stop yelling, but now she was just sobbing and rocking back and forth. I don't know what to do. I just... don't. so I just stood there for a minute and i tried to think of doing something to help.. but I couldn't. 

A little voice in my head whispered "Leave them. Save yourself...." The voice was so soothing, and I couldn't help but feel relieved when it whispered again. "Get out.....of here." 

"How..?" I mentally whispered back. Knowing I wouldn't get an answer. My mind must be playing tricks on me.

Then I heard footsteps close by. Fuck.... I looked around my room in desperation. as If I could find an answer floating about, but there was nothing but my trashed room. 

I looked around for a place to hide Lily and me, but all I found was the space under the bed...where He was hiding earlier. He's gonna find us. There's no way he won't...but I didn't care. at least it would buy us a few minutes. I reached out  for Lily and gently grabbed her arm. 

She lowered her hands away from her face and for a milli-second I saw her face. She looked terrified. her eyes so wide you could see the whites on the top and bottom. her eye-brows furrowed deep. She was shaking so hard, the wooden floor began to creak with her weight. She felt so cold... She didn't look right. maybe it was the pitch black darkness that made her look wrong or maybe it was the adrenaline finally getting to me, and making me see things that wern't there, but something about her troubled me so much. I don't know what... After that milli-second she screamed bloody-murder again, and I realized she was scared because of me. I terrified her. She tried to push away from me, and I didn't stop her. I couldn't. Something in me just...let go... But then the footsteps began getting louder and louder and faster, until I could hear them coming around the corner.

I hid in the one place I knew he'd find me.. Why?