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Lilyannas page pg 4She ran into her small two room cabin and locked the door. It wouldn't keep anyone from the lab out but it still gave her enough time to compose herself if anyone decided to come in. She flopped down on the small bed and cried, her salty tears stung the bruise that Emily had made. She cried over the family she never knew, an the family that would never get their wife, mother, daughter- whatever that woman was- back. It was the only place that she could ever cry in peace was the cabin that they kept for her.
It was small and a third of the room was taken up by her bed. A mirror spread across the left side wall and a bathroom was across from the main door. It was the most comfortable place that the girl had where she could stay and rest in near peace. She didn't have to be big and tough. She was so small and still didn't know much. Something inside her told her she was being bigger then any four year old should mentally and physically be able to do.
After awhile she calmed dow
Lilyannas page pg 3Meanwhile
"Why not?!" Demanded a red headed Emily. She was red faced and beyond ready to rage. But she only glared at the child.
"Killing isn't fun to me!" The girl yelled at Emily. Her face was just as red and her eyes were brimming over with fat salty tears. "I hate killing!" She cried and sniffled, the fact that she was just a four year old child.
"Are those TEARS?" Emily shrieked, she stormed across the little enclosed field they were at and slapped the girl. She squeaked in pain and had a visible mark where Emily's hand impacted. "You will NOT be WEAK! Do you hear me?!" She shouted in the child's face.
"Y-yes ma-am." The girl whimpered and nodded, wiping away the tears and standing up more bravely then she felt. She stood up as tall as she could and looked as tough as she could.
"Now, finish your lesson," Emily demanded, handing the girl a sharp sword. "Do as I showed you before your stupid little out burst." She waved her hand at a young woman who sat by th
Lilyannas page pg 2* Five * * Years * * Later *
"Mikey! He-ey! Mikey!" A little girl called, running through the islands of lab tables. She didn't mind weaving through the legs of the many scientists even though they all gave her icy glares and insults that she didn't understand.
"Hey there Girl!" Mike greeted her warmly, ruffling her pink hair. "Why aren't you at your lesson
?" he asked her. She wore a slightly guilty face before getting the childish unhappy look that went wit very un-childish talk
"I don't like my lessons. I can't stand attacking people like they want me to " she whimpered quietly, and Mike couldn't help but to hug her. He looked up from the top of her head and met eyes with Elizabeth, he quickly let the girl go and patted her back. "Get to your lesson. You know how Emily can be when you miss it."
"Do I have to?"
"What if I don't and say I did?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"Then listen to me NOW, hurry up and go" He scolded her, giving her a false mean fa
Lilyannas past Into pg 1 Lilyanna's Past
The clinking of glasses was all that filled the lab. Only as single scientist was tweaking a few things here and there. All the others were already in the cabin. He poured in a chemical or two with the rest of the ingredients in the small test tube. Carefully he set it down in its holder and jumped when he heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing Mike?" A cold female voice asked looking over his shoulder. "You're too young to be in the lab by your self." She hissed at him.
"N-nothing Elizabeth," he stammered. He didn't meet her eye in fear of getti
Friends they say,
"Here today, gone tomorrow"
The statement holds true,
What can I say?
True friends stay with you,
Not so close but not quite far.
The laughs shared by hot embers.
But in your heart.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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