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As Lily entered the house, and closed the door behind her, the silence hit her like waves breaking against a jagged, rocky shoreline. There wasn't the sound of clanging pots and pans as her grandmother bustled about in the kitchen, or the sound of the gentle rustle of paper, as her grandfather skimmed through the headlines while sitting in his favorite chair. There was only the whisper of wind in the trees, coming from a window opened earlier to help ease the heat of the hot, summer night. Even the crickets had apparently ceased their endless chirping.
Slowly, Lily surveyed her surroundings. It appeared there had been some sort of struggle. Chairs and coffee tables were upturned, a vase laid shattered on the floor, the wild flowers, which Lily had picked only that morning for her grandparents, lying in a small pool of water, slowly wilting in the warm, humid air.
It only took Lily a few moments to find the figure of her grandfather lying motionless on the floor behind the sofa. She shrank from the sight of his still body, not bothering to check his life-pulse, knowing in her heart what she would find if she did.
She turned around, in search of her grandmother, hoping against fait that she had somehow survived. Lily approached the stairs, and slowly began to ascend them, only to look up to see the limp, lifeless hand of her grandmother hanging over the edge of the turn in the steps, the rest of her body hidden behind the flower-print wall.
Lily could do nothing, but slowly back down the stairs, her hand going to her mouth to contain a sob.
She ran blindly into the kitchen, to escape the horrid scene, stumbling over a chair, and cutting her left hand on a piece of glass from the vase. Lily didn't notice however, and used the hand to wipe the tears that were burning her eyes, as she rose to her feet, mingling them with the blood that was flowing freely from the wound.
Lily found the phone, and clumsily took it off the receiver. She was about to dial the number for the police, when she paused.
What's wrong?
Lily slid down the wall, and onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, and resting her head in her arms as her emotions took control of her. What am I supposed to tell them? Lily thought angrily, as tears once again began to run, unchecked, down her face, and into her folded arms. That my grandparents were murdered by some sort of green-flash, while I was out in the woods, searching for my dog, who had been attacked by a rabid, mutant wolf? And that my grandparents' murderers disappeared into thin air, with a 'pop', and I know it's safe to call them now because the little voice I've been hearing inside my head for the last 2 weeks told me!" Lily screamed the last bit, before completely breaking down, and sobbing uncontrollably.
The voice disappeared for a few minutes, allowing Lily to cry in peace, until she eventually ran out of tears, and sat up, wiping her eyes.
Are you okay now? It asked, a hint of concern in its voice.
Yes, or at least as "okay" as you can be when your grandparents have just been killed!
Look, you've got to get out of here, now. Call the police. You can tell them that you were out in the woods, looking for your dog (leave out the wolf-bit) and when you came back, you found the house like this. I promise I'll explain everything later, but right now, the most important thing is your safety.
Lily nodded, too tired to make any other form of response. Sighing, she slowly stood up, leaning against the wall to help her shaking legs support her weight. Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number for the police.
As soon as he heard her story, the officer on the other end of the line quickly took action, telling her that they'd be there in fifteen minutes, and that she should stay where she was until they arrived.
As if I have anywhere to go? Lily thought sarcastically, but not daring to say out loud.
The truth was, she was happy to oblige, as she was too tired to even move her legs. So much had happened! The room spun if she even attempted to recap on everything that had happened. All she wanted to do was sleep….
(a/n I was just gonna leave you guys there, but I since its been such a long time since I've updated, I decided that that would be way too short! So consider yourselves lucky and continue on your merry little path of reading! ok, maybe not so merry in THIS chapter, but you know what I mean!)
Lily was awoken suddenly by the vibration of footsteps on the wooden floor of the house. Jerking, startled, Lily groggily lifted her head from its uncomfortable position against the wall in the corner.
"Oi! Over here! She's alive!" she heard someone call from seemingly far away. Where was she? What had happened?
As the blurry curtain of sleep lifted from her mind, Lily was hit full-force by the memory of what happened. She must have only been asleep for a matter of minutes, but it seemed as if it had been years.
Shaking her head to rid it of any remnants of sleep, Lily looked up to find herself face to face with a young woman.
"You poor dear!" The woman said, before turning and yelling into the living room. "Bob! Go grab a blanket from the car!" Then she turned back to Lily. "How are you feeling?"
"Ok, I guess." Lily answered numbly. "Just a little tired." She added as an after thought.
"Your name's Lily, correct?" the woman asked as 'Bob' joined them with a blanket. Lily nodded. "My name's Mary." She rapped the warm, wool blanket around Lily, which was completely unnecessary on the warm summer night. Then, she helped Lily to her feet, and began to lead her towards the front door. "I'm going to take you down to the police car now. Then Bob and I will drive you back to the police station. Once there, we'll find you a good bed, where you can spend the night. How's that sound?"
Once again, Lily could do nothing but nod. They had exited the house, and were now making their way down the steps of the patio. Bob had run ahead of them and was removing random paraphernalia from the back seat to make room for her.
Lily climbed into the car with the help of Mary, who then ran around the back of the car, and hopped into the front passenger's seat. Bob started the car, and began to back out of the driveway. As they backed onto the rarely-used street, Lily managed to gather up enough courage to glance back at the house.
There were two more police cars parked in the driveway, along with an ambulance, which was now being loaded with two stretchers, covered with white clothe. Lily gulped back tears, but continued to survey the scene. It had occurred to her that Kacy had been left back out in the field. She was relieved to see two officers returning from the back of the house, one with Kacy in his arms, staggering under her immense weight. Lily would have laughed at the sight, if it had not been such a serious and mournful moment.
Lily briefly wondered what would happen to Kacy, but dismissed the momentary concern, realizing that she would most likely be joining her at the police station. The though comforted her, knowing now that she wouldn't be alone.
"Not that I'm ever alone these days." Muttered Lily at the memory of the voice.
"What was that dear?" questioned Mary from the front of the car.
"Nothing." Lily replied quickly. The last thing she needed was everyone knowing she had spent the last few weeks talking to some stranger in her head. Dismissing that thought along with her previous ones, Lily looked out the window.
The moon was so full and bright tonight.
(a/n I should have the next chappie up real soon, I already have it all written out on paper, I just have to type it up!! thanx to anyone who bothers to read this fic and an x-tra special thanx to anyone who finds it in their heart to hit the little button in the corner and help boost my self-confidence!)
