Hey all, sorry for the long wait on this new chapter. My computer's been
down for like, 3 weeks, so I haven't been able to write anything or get on-
line. Anyway, I hope you like the new chapter, please review~ (remember! no
reviews, no story!)_________________ ________________________Enjoy!
Chelsea__________
Lily sat in her old room, her comforter wrapped around her, unable to move. The shouting downstairs grew louder. Her parents were arguing again. Lately something had happened between them, things weren't happy anymore. In the room next door, Lily could hear her older sister, Petunia, crying softly, cursing her name. Things had been in this state for about a week, ever since her 11th birthday. Her father, sweet and gentle, had started drinking, her mother leaving for clubs to get laid at all hours of the night. Both coming home to start yelling again, about something kept a mystery to the girls.
Tonight was worse than usual though. Things had been stattering, and their voices reaching a pitch loud enough to even hear three stories up. They were definitely arguing about Lily.
"It's all your fault she's like this! You were the one who left her alone that day!" Her mother shrieked. Lily could hear the sound of another glass being thrown against the wall.
"How the hell was I supposed to know he would give her that! She just thought it was orange juice! Why didn't you tell her to not drink things strangers gave her!" her father yelled back.
"So now it's my fault isn't it? It's all my fault! You and your perfect child-raising abilities, YOU LEFT HER ALONE!"
"Well it's done now! He's coming and THAT'S IT! There's nothing you can do now, you stupid bitch. If you hadn't stayed in that meeting that day instead of coming to that picnic with me like you were supposed to." Another loud crash sounded, silencing the downstairs occupants.
Tears started slipping down Lily's face, her whimpers echoing in the chill air. Petunia really was right, they were arguing about her. She sniffed and looked around in her massive 4th floor bedroom. The pictures on the wall conveyed a happy girl, with a happy loving family. Who knew if it would ever be like that again?
It seemed as if the argument was over, the storm passed. Lily sniffed again, pulling her comforter closer around her to block out the biting cold coming from her open window. Snow started falling outside, swirling and falling, fading into the dark night.
*************** Lily opened her eyes, fighting back the memories. The dark of her dormitory comforted her, assuring her of her surroundings. She sighed; glad she had woken up now, rather then later. She never could finish the nightmare without screaming. She pushed her bed curtain out of the way, and stepped in the chilly floor. The clock next to the bed chimed, striking two. She walked to the bathroom, and splashed some water on her face. It was cold, giving her Goosebumps. She walked down to the common room.
The fire in the fireplace was dying, only red embers lighting the room. She walked slowly to the couch, glad to be alone.
"Fancy seeing you here." A dry voice whispered.
__________________________________________________________________ Okay okay, I know this chapter is really short and weird, but I promise it will get more light-hearted and funny next chapter. This is just some important stuff concerning Lily that will clue you in to who she is/why she's running/who she's running from, and will help explain the ending (whenever I end the story.don't worry, it's many chapters away.) So please review.if they are good, I'll probably update again tomorrow! THanx
Lily sat in her old room, her comforter wrapped around her, unable to move. The shouting downstairs grew louder. Her parents were arguing again. Lately something had happened between them, things weren't happy anymore. In the room next door, Lily could hear her older sister, Petunia, crying softly, cursing her name. Things had been in this state for about a week, ever since her 11th birthday. Her father, sweet and gentle, had started drinking, her mother leaving for clubs to get laid at all hours of the night. Both coming home to start yelling again, about something kept a mystery to the girls.
Tonight was worse than usual though. Things had been stattering, and their voices reaching a pitch loud enough to even hear three stories up. They were definitely arguing about Lily.
"It's all your fault she's like this! You were the one who left her alone that day!" Her mother shrieked. Lily could hear the sound of another glass being thrown against the wall.
"How the hell was I supposed to know he would give her that! She just thought it was orange juice! Why didn't you tell her to not drink things strangers gave her!" her father yelled back.
"So now it's my fault isn't it? It's all my fault! You and your perfect child-raising abilities, YOU LEFT HER ALONE!"
"Well it's done now! He's coming and THAT'S IT! There's nothing you can do now, you stupid bitch. If you hadn't stayed in that meeting that day instead of coming to that picnic with me like you were supposed to." Another loud crash sounded, silencing the downstairs occupants.
Tears started slipping down Lily's face, her whimpers echoing in the chill air. Petunia really was right, they were arguing about her. She sniffed and looked around in her massive 4th floor bedroom. The pictures on the wall conveyed a happy girl, with a happy loving family. Who knew if it would ever be like that again?
It seemed as if the argument was over, the storm passed. Lily sniffed again, pulling her comforter closer around her to block out the biting cold coming from her open window. Snow started falling outside, swirling and falling, fading into the dark night.
*************** Lily opened her eyes, fighting back the memories. The dark of her dormitory comforted her, assuring her of her surroundings. She sighed; glad she had woken up now, rather then later. She never could finish the nightmare without screaming. She pushed her bed curtain out of the way, and stepped in the chilly floor. The clock next to the bed chimed, striking two. She walked to the bathroom, and splashed some water on her face. It was cold, giving her Goosebumps. She walked down to the common room.
The fire in the fireplace was dying, only red embers lighting the room. She walked slowly to the couch, glad to be alone.
"Fancy seeing you here." A dry voice whispered.
__________________________________________________________________ Okay okay, I know this chapter is really short and weird, but I promise it will get more light-hearted and funny next chapter. This is just some important stuff concerning Lily that will clue you in to who she is/why she's running/who she's running from, and will help explain the ending (whenever I end the story.don't worry, it's many chapters away.) So please review.if they are good, I'll probably update again tomorrow! THanx