Lilly sat alone in her room. It was past midnight and there was no one awake in the house accepts for her. The room was almost black and the only light was from a flickering street lamp outside in the street. Privet drive. The most boring place in the history of places. Boring houses that all matched. Boring lawns all evenly cut. Boring people who never stepped out of line. Ever.
Lilly glanced out the window; the lamp was starting to bug her now what could she do? She had to keep her self from falling asleep at all costs! What if he came? What would she do? If she was asleep when he showed up…well nobody really knows what he might do. No, she had to stay awake.
The clock by her bed ticked on until finally at 01:45 the glass pan slid open and a boy stepped inside. His eyes wandered about the room and then his gaze fell on Lilly. He walked over to her bed and stroked one of the many soft curls that flowed from her head. Her face was like an angles but he was slightly upset to see the look of worry and tiredness around her eyes, even though they were closed. She had at last fallen in to an uneasy sleep and was wincing.
The boy grew anxious and wondered weather to wake her. As she wriggled about she began to sweat and mutter thing, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. Suddenly she let out a howl of pain1 she sounded like she had been ripped in two! She was crying with such agony as the boy shook her violently screaming her name.
"LILLY! PLEASE WAKE UP! I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP! PLEASE…" shouted the boy, tears streaming down from his eyes, his face white.
Lilly immediately sat up crying so hard and clinging to the boy.
"HE killed them James! HE KILLED THEM IN THEIR SLEEP! How could they know! I LET THEM DIE! I COULDENT SAVE THEM!" she wailed, holding him closer still. "It wasn't my fault!"
"I thought you were dead!" he whispered "you're going to get through this Lilly. They would have wanted that. You know they would."
"But why them? Why not-"she started.
"Don't you dare say why not you! You have to be strong Lilly. Death is only a passing." He said. He had stopped crying and was looking straight into her brilliant green eyes. She looked back and for the first time in months she felt warm and safe.
"It's really you. I am so sorry James."
