The Untold Chronicles of Liliana Lawton

Chapter 4- Blind

"My eyes cannot see the evil that I have done,
So do not point it out, I'm already on the run."

I wake up in an empty room. It is dark and eerie, there's a bit of haze in the atmosphere. I feel pain in my body, like I'm covered with bruises. I force my eyes open but not without effort. My eye lids were heavy, it was a struggle to lift them. Finally I woke up, everything a blur, and I slowly tried to get up. I grunted in pain as I lifted myself onto my feet and held my back as I tried to stand straight. 

Bloody hell, where was all this pain coming from? I looked at my surroundings, it was just four plain bricked walls. The only light was a light bulb hanging from above me. It's yellow light giving slight comfort to this hazy room. There were no windows but there was a metal door that had scratch marks on it. This place felt familiar, too familiar. I stumbled forward towards the door and tried to open it. It was locked.

I knocked, "hello! Anybody there? Please help!"

Silence

I kept banging at the door but no one answered. I took a few steps back and cracked my neck. I took a deep breath and bolted at the door with my right leg in the air. The door kicked back from the strength of my foot hitting it. It slammed to the ground making a loud banging noise that echoed through to the rest of the building. 

I walked out the room into a dark hallway. The lights were flickering and my stomach churned. I'm not a fan of the dark. I tried to hold myself together, I had no idea where I was and this place felt haunted. As I take my first step into the hallway, I heard a whisper in my ears.

"Lily..."

I turned around but I saw no one. The haze was starting to block my view. I kept hearing the whisper and it started to get louder with more voices.

"Lily, down here."

"Who are you!?" I yelled at the top of my voice.

"Follow me."

I walked towards the sound that was haunting me. I was terrified, I couldn't recognise the voice and my stomach was feeling sick. I was starting to shiver and shake, praying it wasn't a ghost. 

"Liliana!"

I turned around. 

"Lester? Is that you?"

That was certainly Lester's voice. Maybe they were pranking me. I tried to calm down but instead I started to tremble. The whispers stopped and a light behind me turned on. In front of me stood a casket but it was closed.

I approached it slowly and saw a piece of paper hanging from it. I picked it up, hands shaking. I opened it:

"My heart, wrong friend,

A bad start, a terrible end,

A knife you held, stabbed into my chest,

But you got away, without arrest."

I turned the paper around and to it attached is a pocket knife. It had a black outer layer with a golden tinge. It had blood all over it. 

I knew this knife, it looked familiar. It's like I had held it before, it's like it almost belongs to me. I had to urge to rip it off the paper but I was stopping myself. This can't be my knife. I'd never stab anyone with it. 

My eyes traced up towards the casket. I swallowed hard, sweat dripping from the forehead. I approached the casket and brush my hand over it, slowly but shakily. I closed my eyes for a moment, not wanting to know who was inside. I slowly unlocked it and lifted up the lid. 

I gasped in shock and dropped the letter and knife. I screamed, shaking in fear. This cannot be, no, this has to be a dream. There is no way on earth this is real. I started to cry, tears flowing quickly down my cheeks. Inside the casket lay Lester with a stab wound in his heart. He was cold, blue but bleeding. A lot.

Blood was flowing down the casket and standing beside it was a black hooded figure holding a paper with my face on it. Beneath it, it said wanted.