A Touch of Twain

"Are you alright?" I ask her once again with a shaky voice. All of a sudden the crying stops and is replaced by an echoing laughter that bounces off the walls. I hastily retrieve my hand right when her head does a complete hundred and eighty degree turn. I try to scream but my voice gets caught in my throat.

Shaking with fear I back pedal away, tripping myself in the process. Causing a searing pain to shoot up my ankle, which triggers a hiss to escape form my mouth.

"He's coming for you." She says in a high pitched, 'innocent', girly voice, while slowly in a mocking sense, makes her way towards me.

Most people get stressed over having to choose their prom dress or having to make the life changing decision of choosing between eating popcorn or chips. But Lilian doesn't have the luxury of having those small time problems. As corny as it sounds she has the fate of the world held into her small hands, weather she realizes is or not.

Read along as Lilian's world charges for better or for worse. And witness first hand what the devil himself will do to get what he wants.