Chapter Five - Delving Into the Dangerous Mind of the Petulant Lying One
Lillian stumbled blindly through the forest, tears spilling from her eyes. She angrily rubbed them away, and upon doing so realized that her mascara would be smudged beyond repair. This revelation made her cry even harder.
She gasped, drawing in a shuddering breath. "Now...I'll look...all...ugleeeeeeee," she moaned to the air, and collapsed in a heap on the ground. "And Axver won't like me anymooooore..." She coughed, choked, and gasped, great heaving sobs. Utterly broken and miserable, she curled up into a ball under a tree, and continued her sniveling about her pathetic love life. "He'll...like...Pri...Pri...Princeee-e-e- esss....an...an' not MEE-EEE-EEE!" she moaned, imagining her beloved with the silent *.* girl.
Lillian remained under the tree for an indefinite amount of time, coming to her senses (or lack thereof) only when it began to grow dark. Lillian didn't like the dark. She didn't like the dark at all, especially when it was dark that approached when she was alone and lost in the forest. It made her think of creepy things. Creepy things, like Nicolae. Because, you see, she just KNEW the Left Behind books were real, and not fiction.
She shuddered as she felt the Presence of Something Scary and Very Evil. She wanted her Axver to hold her, to protect her, to assure her that all would be okay...
The Presence of Something Scary and Very Evil rustled a leaf behind her. Lily screamed, a grating, high pitched noise not unlike a metal spork being scraped along a chalkboard for approximately 4.35 miles. She took off running in the first direction she saw, which unfortunately led her right into a tree. Knocked unconscious, Lillian collapsed to the ground.
A small squirrel curiously approached and sniffed at her, and, obviously repulsed, turned and scampered away.
Lillian awoke a short time later, feeling as though something were amiss. Looking down at her right hand, she noticed it. She gasped in horror.
"No..." she breathed. "NOOOOOOOOOO! I BROKE A NA-A-AIL!"
Again the crying started.
Lillian stumbled blindly through the forest, tears spilling from her eyes. She angrily rubbed them away, and upon doing so realized that her mascara would be smudged beyond repair. This revelation made her cry even harder.
She gasped, drawing in a shuddering breath. "Now...I'll look...all...ugleeeeeeee," she moaned to the air, and collapsed in a heap on the ground. "And Axver won't like me anymooooore..." She coughed, choked, and gasped, great heaving sobs. Utterly broken and miserable, she curled up into a ball under a tree, and continued her sniveling about her pathetic love life. "He'll...like...Pri...Pri...Princeee-e-e- esss....an...an' not MEE-EEE-EEE!" she moaned, imagining her beloved with the silent *.* girl.
Lillian remained under the tree for an indefinite amount of time, coming to her senses (or lack thereof) only when it began to grow dark. Lillian didn't like the dark. She didn't like the dark at all, especially when it was dark that approached when she was alone and lost in the forest. It made her think of creepy things. Creepy things, like Nicolae. Because, you see, she just KNEW the Left Behind books were real, and not fiction.
She shuddered as she felt the Presence of Something Scary and Very Evil. She wanted her Axver to hold her, to protect her, to assure her that all would be okay...
The Presence of Something Scary and Very Evil rustled a leaf behind her. Lily screamed, a grating, high pitched noise not unlike a metal spork being scraped along a chalkboard for approximately 4.35 miles. She took off running in the first direction she saw, which unfortunately led her right into a tree. Knocked unconscious, Lillian collapsed to the ground.
A small squirrel curiously approached and sniffed at her, and, obviously repulsed, turned and scampered away.
Lillian awoke a short time later, feeling as though something were amiss. Looking down at her right hand, she noticed it. She gasped in horror.
"No..." she breathed. "NOOOOOOOOOO! I BROKE A NA-A-AIL!"
Again the crying started.