Chapter 10: Fade to black
Lily opened the cab door and managed to mumble her address to the driver while she tried to regain her composure. She took deep breaths while she wiped tears from her face.
What had just happened? Scotty had kissed her. It had felt so right at first but then she had started to wonder what it meant for her to all of a sudden want to kiss him like that. Her mind had started to trail off while she was kissing him; it had reminded her of Kite. The feeling she had felt with him of slipping away, until there was nothing or no one else in the world.
She thought back to when she had pulled out of the kiss. She didn't think she would ever be able to forget the look on Scotty's face when she pulled away from him; it would be burned into her brain for all eternity. At first he had looked hurt, but then when she had started to cry, he looked confused. He hadn't been able to say anything, he was too shocked.
She was knocked out of her thoughts by the cab driver announcing (probably for the second or third time judging by the tone of his voice), that they had reached the destination. She handed him the money for her fare and went to her front door managing to keep herself together, except for a single lone tear that escaped and slide down her face. She opened the door and then shut it behind her. She leant against it and then slide to the floor, as her crying got more intense. The sobs shook her entire body and echoed throughout the empty house.
She felt so confused. She didn't know what she wanted anymore and she knew that if she didn't jump and make a decision soon it would be too late. She wondered how Scotty was now. He was probably hurting just as badly as she was. She owed him an explanation; even if she didn't know the reason behind what she had done. She should at least try. She stood up and made her way over to the phone. On the way she saw the hand mirror that she had used that morning when she was getting ready. She had found it when she was cleaning out some drawers; she never knew she had had it.
As she looked at it she saw her own reflection starting back up at her. A wave of sadness coupled with anger and frustration overpowered her. She grabbed the mirror by the handle and slammed it against the wall with all her strength. The force of the impact on the wall caused the glass to shatter and fall to the floor. She looked down at the glass. The shattered glass reflected her image now in tiny fragmented pieces. Tears started slipping along her skin again although now they were warm. Her brief moment of relief that had been brought on by smashing the mirror was ruined by the realisation that she would now have to clean it up.
She stared at the pieces, mesmerized by the patterns they had formed. She bent down closer and picked up a shard of glass. She flinched slightly as it cut her hand, and small crimson drops began to fall on the remaining pieces. She watched them fall mesmerised by the ripples that the drops made when they fell into the tiny pool that was forming beneath her hand. The cut was quite shallow though, and the bleeding was slowing.
Lily was startled by a knock at the door. She waited to see if they would just leave, she didn't feel like seeing anyone right now. Impatiently, they knocked again.'
"Coming," she yelled out as she wiped tear streaks from her face and then applied pressure to the cut on her hand with a couple of tissues.
She looked through the peephole and saw PC Hughes. What the hell was he doing here, she thought. And how the hell does he know where I live? As soon as she opened the door, instead of coming closer, PC Hughes took a step backwards, allowing another man to step in front of him. Lily knew immediately something was wrong and tried to shut the door, but the guy was too fast for her. Automatically she reached for her gun, but she had left it at work in her locker. She thought quickly of something, anything that she could use to get this guy to back off. She turned and ran towards her bedroom, knowing that she always kept a gun in her bedside table. He followed her down the hallway, she didn't need to look back, she could hear his every movement. She made it to her bedroom door before a strong hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. She ducked out of his grasp and spun, but he was quick enough to grab her again, this time by her wrists. Before he could tighten his grasp on her wrists she twisted them free and kicked him right between his legs. He collapsed on the floor in pain and Lily ran back towards the front door. She had nearly made it when another pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind and wrapped themselves around her chest. She elbowed him in the stomach causing him to let go of her, and spun around pulled her arm back and punched him in the face. Before she could move again he had struck her across the face with enough force to knock her to the ground. He pinned her to the ground and pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth.
"Night bitch," was all she heard before everything faded to black.
