CHAPTER ELEVEN
AN: sorry, the story is starting to get all sentimental and stuff at this point. Anyways, replies to reviewers…
LilynjamesAAF: lovely dovely?? Id like to think so too.
Marauder marion: thankyou. I will read ur story soon.
Crazy starz: no, not really ne goss. Not ne that u would find interesting. Its usually about how my life is a tragedy ne ways. Where am I? Like at home maybe?!
Tori-black: if u don't remember much, reread it! I dedicated a line to you this time! Be proud!
Tinker: well, thank you for noticing!
Sasha: I try to make them long, but it's a bit hard. I have all these I deas that im just trying to get outta my head all at once!
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Oh god, it's James! Martin senses that I've frozen.
"Lily?" he whispers.
"James," I breathe.
Martin turns around to see James in the doorway staring at us. The room becomes very silent as I start pulling my hair out and feel very stressed. (AN: alison, dejavu?¿? this line is dedicated to Tori!)
"Lily," James mutters.
"James," Martin mutters.
"Martin," James mutters. (AN: ok, enough with the muttering! Just making sure that we are aquainted with all the names.)
"Get away from her," James snarls. (AN: I'm telling you, this is a scary snarl, worse than Mrs Tychsen! Sorry, for people who don't know me, this probably sounds really random.)
Martin doesn't move. James takes a few steps towards my bed.
"I said, get your hands off Lily," James says.
"Hi James, nice day isn't it?" Martin says cheerfully.
"Scared to take me on are you?" James asks.
"Why would I want to take you on?" Martin replies.
James walks closer, rolling up his sleeves as he goes.
"C'mon Martin, you're a strong guy, you wouldn't be scared of me," James says.
"James, this is the hospital wing. Please, stop it," I interrupt.
"The hospital wing's probably the best place to sort this out. That way when ickle Martin gets creamed, he won't have to be carried as far," James says.
"James, what on earth is this about?" I cry.
"Lily, stay out of this," Martin mutters in my ear.
"What is this about?! This is about him taking you away from me," James yells.
"Hey, I didn't take Lily. I didn't force her to do anything," Martin replies calmly.
"What about Courtney?" I murmur.
"Courtney?! It's over with Courtney," James yells.
"Well whose problem is that?" Martin says.
"Alright, outside!" James shouts, boiling with rage.
"I'm not going anywhere," Martin stays on my bed.
"Oh yes you are," James pulls Martin by the wrist.
Martin stands up and crosses his arms across his chest. James lunges at Martin and punches him in the face.
"Martin!" I scream.
Martin puts James in a headlock, "James, get over it."
James thrashes about, and elbows Martin in the stomach. Martin releases his grip on James, and James pushes him to the ground, yelling like a madman.
"Guys, stop!" I shout, but neither of them seems to hear me.
The two of them thrash around on the ground for a while. I wish I could get up, but I still can't haul myself out of bed. Martin picks James up by the collar.
"Jesus Christ, calm down!" he shouts.
James pauses for a second, and Martin loosens his a grip slightly. We both think that maybe he's cooled off a little when unexpectedly he punches Martin across the face again. Martin falls backward onto my bed, blood running from his nose.
"Oh god, Martin, are you ok?" I say.
"Sorry Lily," he mutters, and then passes out.
"Martin! James, I hate you!" I yell. Blood rushes to my head and everything swims out of focus.
"I hate you…" I manage to mutter once more, before fading off back into dreams.
"Lily? Your decision?" the voice drones continuously.
I look over the cliff. The waters crash in a spray of white foam below me. Evil piranhas with pink polka dots bare their teeth at me. Pink polka dots??
"Don't worry, I'm going to get you both!" I cry, running for Martin first.
I lean dangerously far over the cliff and grab his hand.
"Don't worry, I've got you," I say. The wind cuts my lip and the rocks dig into my stomach as I pull as hard as I can.
"Lily, don't let go," Martin cries.
"I won't!" I reply as our hands start to slip.
"Lily!" cries James' faint voice.
"James!" I scream.
"Help me!"
I'm caught in exasperation. Tears roll down my face and dirt cakes my skin.
"Why?" I scream, "Why me?"
"Because you are the one," the droning voice booms.
"What one?" I say, "What are you talking about?"
"Are you not Lily Evans?"
"Yes, I am, but so what?"
"Then you are the one."
"Go away!" I reach for Martin's hand again.
"So you choose Martin?"
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James' Diary
Lily fainted back into her sleep as I punched Martin across the face. "I hate you, I hate you!" Her voice still rings in my head. What have I done? I've let that stupid Martin creeps take her. I just want to punch his face in. (Well, I did.) I just feel so bad now. Lily hates me. Lily hates me. Martin waits by her hospital bed every afternoon, hoping she will wake for him. God, I hate it! Why did I have to go out with Courtney? If I hadn't, everything would've been fine. Well, I'm not giving up now!
"Hey James?" Sirius asks.
"Yeah, what?" I say.
"Why've you got bruises all over you?"
"Mind your own business."
"Hey, I'm like your best friend."
"Piss off," I retort.
"It's about Lily, isn't it?"
"No."
"C'mon, it so is," Sirius pushes on.
"Fine whatever," I say.
"You know, you really should be nicer to her. She's sick at the moment."
"Nicer?? That's exactly what I'm trying to do! Anyways, anyone would be sick if they were with Martin!"
"Dude, calm down."
"I am calm!"
Sirius groans.
"That's what they all say. Fine, if you don't want to tell me, I'll go find Remus and Peter. Peter came out of hospital wing a few weeks ago, and you haven't even talked to him yet. You really should you know. I don't know what's gotten into you lately-"
"SIRIUS, PISS OFF!"
"Alright, alright…"
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"Lily, Lily!" Martin's voice interrupts me.
I open my eyes to the hospital wing.
"How long have I been asleep?" I ask drearily.
"Three weeks," Martin answers sadly.
Martins face swims into focus.
"Holy crap!" I say. Martin's face is covered in various cuts and bruises from his fight with James three weeks ago.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Martin insists, as I reach up to touch his face.
"Oh god, I am so sorry," I whisper.
"It's not your fault."
Martin helps me up into a sitting position. I almost die of shock when I see my face in the mirror across the room. My lips are cracked and my face is covered in dirt. Slowly, I reach down and pull my top up. There is a huge gash across my stomach. I look questioningly at Martin.
"Those are all your injuries from your dream, aren't they?" he says quietly.
I nod, and swallow. Neither of us knows what to say. He hugs me gently, and then reaches across to the bedside table for the basin of water that is sitting there. I sit in silence as Martin wipes my face with a warm towel.
"How long am I going to be awake for?" I ask.
He shrugs, tears in his eyes. I have never seen anyone so sad before. Martin puts down the cloth and touches my face. I wince when he brushes across a cut. He leans over and kisses my cheek, and then my lips, and he doesn't want to stop.
A creaking of the door makes us both freeze. I half expect James to come running in again, but I smile when I see it's Bertha.
"Hi Lily. Good, I finally caught you when you're awake," Bertha smiles and sees Martin hastily pull away from me. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"
"No, I've got to go now anyway," Martin stands up and runs his hands through my hair before leaving.
Bertha hustles across to me. "I have a secret to confide in you!" She squeals. I have a feeling I know what this secret is.
COMING UP…
Well, I really have no idea what's coming up, so this is just a pointless part that I decided to put in. I just finished filling in my medical form (pointless info I'm giving you here, I know…). Bored, bored, bored. L School tomorrow L too many sad faces L J Oh, Alison, here's some pointless goss (pointless is now my new favourite word): yesterday Jake beat my at checkers on that msn game thingy (which Jake? Jake at school). Anyways, I'm going to stop writing pointless stuff. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!