She sat there, the moonlight hitting her face, giving the setting a soft feel. Her face glued to the mirror, not out of vainness, but out of despair. Thinking nothing at all, and as if someone had whispered a powerful thought into her brain, she said aloud "is this the only was I am to see you my dear?". As she lent back, the chair creaked slowly, an eery yet familiar sound. She rolled her head, her eyes keeping in place. "My love, my love, my love, my love". Each day she slept, each night she pondered at the likes of God. As a child she was raised a Christian, church every Sunday, religion force fed to her and her classmates. In her teenage rebellious years she and her sister would sit and drink a full glass of whiskey each afternoon, parents unexpecting of the faithful children. "The devils making" their father revised to them when learning about their afternoon departures. a teacher had found them, drinking away, practically a big eff you to God. 10 lashes each, this was allowed, parents too ashamed to deny them a punishment. "We raised you children right and fair, under our prayers" my sister who didn't want to believe that a 'big man' ruled the earth, and if you didn't believe, you would be punished for attorney in hell, not every religion did, but ours certainly did. She took another sip, as if the sweetest nectar was presented in the glass she drank from, slow big sips, each touch of the odorous drink to her lips, burnt, making it's way to the stomach, warming her from the inside out. "This... This is what you have made me do, you believed you were making the right choice, yet still, I sit and wait all day. Waiting for you, like I did when you were here with me" eyes welling up, yet she did not break contact with the mirror.
"It's Liliana" shifting her feet quickly, the lady looked eagerly at the screen, scrolling the mouse continuously, and yet her phase remained the same, unlike her tone of voice she had just used, "I'm sorry 'Liliana' but your name is not in the system" if her eyes were lasers this lady would have been sliced and diced before they even commenced conversation, she was on a mission. "I told you, it may be under Lilley! Lilley Cascade?!" This is the harshest tone of voice she had ever dreamt of using, and she knew it. "Look I don't mean to make a fucking scene, but your company has pushed me to my limits, my sister has left me something, I know because she told me. So don't you fucking dare stand there and tell there is nothing for me!" Every word she spat increased in volume. An uncomfortable vibe rained throughout the room, people tried hard not to peak at this crazy bitch screaming but the truth is, it's the most interesting thing to happen to them all year, in their miserable routined lives. "Mam can I ask you to step out back for a moment" Lilley's glare turned slowly to a short hairy man, sweat glistening on his brow. "Please Miss Cascade, this will only be a moment, hopefully we can sort out this pedicament together" her bravado act that was portrayed before vanished with his words, 'hopefully', she just smiled at him, and strided towards the open office door, stopping for a brief second to recondition a nasty glare at the receptionist, a quick flash of confusion before the lady turned away. She sat down on the stiff cold office chair. "Hopefully" she breathed "Is it Liliana?" He asked closing the door softly, as if any loud noise would make her explode, "I'm sorry for the way things have been handled, I don't think Katherin understood" Lilley turned to the man, watching him as he sat in the big chair in front of her. "My sister said she had a case that she stored, in unit number 379" Lilley studied his desk, two photos, a woman and a child, then he, the same woman and child. "Miss Cascade, I regret to say that only Miss Daisey Cascade can sign off on any persons wanting to acquire the belongings in unit 379". He waited for an explosion and yet received a slow paced sentence "Well-she-can't-be-cause-she-is-Dead" Lilley was never the one to be sarcastic or rude, but she had changed. "How does 'one' require the rights to 'acquire the belongings in unit 379'" she pushed her eye brows together. "A lawyer. A lawyer can prove you have rights, do you have permission from Miss Daisey?" Something inside Lilley cracked. "Fuck you! She said that there is a fucking case inside of the unit and it's for me!" He sat quietly expecting her to get all of the rage out of her system before he continued on to say that she'd have to find a lawyer if she didn't have any written consent. "Jesus Christ! You money thieving fuckers! Still ripping off people even if they are dead." She rose quickly, which caused the fat short man to flinch, this then caused Lilley to laugh. Walking out fiercely she made one final statement "This company is ripping off my dead sister and apparently there is nothing I can do to change this, they forgot to add that to the advertisement, enjoy fuckers" upon grabbing the door handle, she turned around, and marched over to the bowl of complementary chocalate mints "thanks for these". She thrusted the exit door open and left.
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Mystery / Thriller"Give me strength lord, sometimes I feel as if you are not there, but what you had given me, was truly a blessing, life restored, life relived, but then life abandoned" Lilley, a young women driven by chasing a life she once had, is visited by her d...