CHAPTER 1 I am Lilian My name is Lilian. Im 23 years of age. I have yet to be arrested. Im a "good" driver. I dont reguraly get inebreeated. enough of that, what im about to do will change my life for good.
"Please, Lilian! dont do this! we can help you! it doesnt have to end this way!" the commisioner bellowed at me through a loud speaker.
"oh but it does." I look over my sholder and i can see him, his eyes pleading.
"what do you want? We can make it through this!" His eyes are brimming with tears.
"I want nothing that the world can give me." Rain sprinkeled and blazed, it soaking everyone. the entire police task force, me, everyone.
"dont..." He wispered. I looked forward, and stepped off.
My life will end.
NOW.
I feel no pain as im falling. No remorse. The sudden rush of cold hits me as I plummet into the water. The great tides hit me as the rain pummles the surface.
I gasp in and try to breath. water fills my lungs and I shut it. If one was to kill ones self would drownding be a good method?
My bodys instantaious reaction to breath hits me and I realise that I dont have oxygen. I open my eyes, the water rushes past. Burning them.
I close as I scream out in pain. Water fills my lungs again. Im getting drug down by currents. All I see now is black.
Nothing.
This must be what its like to die.
I hear voices.
How can that be? I'm dead. There cant be other people here? Why am I hearing such noises? My eyes flutter open and I look dazily around.
I feel a tube down my throat. I raise my hand to pull it out when I hear a fimaliar voice.
"Thank god for batman!" I hear a mans voice chant in the backround. The clatter of gurney wheels turning edges my mind. So I'm not dead.
I pulled the tube out "where- am i?" i meanaged to stumble out.
"Gotham City General Hospital." a soft womans voice answered, assuming that it was a nurse.
"No!" I protested. "I want to be dead!" my voice was still very weak.
"Calm down child, your safe now. We can help you." Gordan looked at me.
"No you cant." My eyes rolled as I looked over to the otherside of the gurney.
A tall statuesque man walked alongside. Worry hinting his glance.
His eyes met mine for a brief moment and I could see and feel his pain. He blinked and looked a head.
"We're almost there." a voice called, I looked beyond me and saw a man looking at me. He was dressed in scrubs. The doctor.
He extended his hand and took a board from one of the nurses. He glanced over it and grunted. Apparently they have a code, every grunt is distintive.
The nurse noded and ran off. the doctor glanced at the god and spoke. "its been a long time my friend, we need to get re-aquanted."
The god looked down at me and pleaded the man with his eyes. "take care of her as you would me. I'll pay the bill but make sure that you take the best care." His glances were grave and understood.
The doctor pulled the gurney into a bright room filled with the sent of flesh and bleach. i looked around.
"We have to give you a heavy seditive. Your wounds arnt looking so good and weve got to stich you up." his green eyes looked down at me. The shadows cast along his face sent shivers down my spine.
"NO!" I protested.
"Nurse please give her the medication." His eyes shifted and he grabed somthing metal.
Thats all I remember.