7

The rest of it all happened in a blur.

In colours, swirls and I could only hear the voices.

Loud.

Tiny.

Arguing...

"I thought she was already weaned from it"

"She only suffered from a panic attack, to be exact. She has anxiety, I thought she would have told you"

"We both know Lily would never say anything to me if I would possibly worry"

I try to talk but my throat is dry and

itchy.

I feel a soft hand, extremely cold even though I can tell now that it was gloved, brush my face, still and quiet as Doc and Pops argue above me.

"She's obviously still sick! Do we need her to go back? I can't... I can't leave her at home right now. Winter Lake isn't safe"

I groan and try to look away but I feel the gloved hand brush away strands of hair on my face and say "Are you okay Liliana?"

That voice....

Immediately, I feel warm vomit begin to claw to my throat and I sit up, quickly retching into a bucket that was given to me as someone held my hair in place before I lay back on the bed and turn away.

My head hurts and so does my body, but I don't want to talk to anyone.

Sleep...

I just want to sleep.

I hear his voice say that they should leave me alone because I wanted to sleep.

As usual, he had read my thought before I could even say a word but I was sleeping off before I could ask how he was doing it.

*

I am in a room.

I know that it is not in anyway my room because this one is different, even the aura is different.

Its cold, the room, and everywhere is black and white, everything is.

The bed.

The sheets and walls.

Even the butterfly that keeps fluttering around....

Except me.

I still have colour, and I have on a white dress that is bare and transparent.

The air suddenly gets cold and I try to cover my body before I feel it.

The eyes.

They are everywhere...

Trying to see me from every corner.

Every angle..

And then I hear the music.

I see a ballerina on a musicbox twirling slowly, Starlight sonata playing.

The dancer looks like she was forced to do it, to twirl and look happy because even her lips seemed to have stretched up to make a grin that looked twisted and dark.

Yet in the darkness, I could see the tiny pearls of tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

I try to use the sheet from the bed to cover myself because I feel scared, lost, exposed, but all of a sudden, it is ripped from my hands and I am staring at green eyes gleaming at me from the darkness before I wake up.

*

I feel my chest heave up and down as I take in the familiarity of my room, grateful that I'm okay.

My mouth tastes bitter already and memories of what had happened last night flashed in my head.

I grimace and sit up, holding my head.

Tyler...

Dana...

Him.

The one with green eyes.

I search around my bed for my phone but I find it on my desk with a cracked screen though I can see the time on my alarm clock, saying it was 7:15am.

Of course, I can not remember how it became cracked.

I can't even remember much.

But I just try to switch on the phone, seeing nothing but a blank screen.

Sighing, I put it back down and kay on the bed again, staring at my ceiling.

I feel tears begin to prick at my eyes but I try not to let them fall.

I was tired of it.

Tired of crying...

And it never helped, did it?

I hear the door open and I slowly sit up.

Pops walks in, wearing an apron and holding a tray, of cupcakes? I am not sure, but he has a a smalll smile on his face and flour on his cheeks.

"Princess" He says as he puts the tray on the desk and sits next to me "You okay?"

I stare at him a while then say "Can i use a mirror or something? I want to look beautiful"

He chuckles now, holding my hand and touching my cheeks "You would always look beautiful to me. No matter what. Now don't avoid the topic, you feeling better?"

"I feel kind of hungry" I say with a smile and reach out for the cupcake, taking one and biting into it.

"Just that? Lily..."

"I just don't wanna talk about it" I cut in, still smiling "Hey, don't you have work or something today?"

"I took an off day" He says "Wanted to spend more time with you"

"Or watch over me and make sure I don't go crazy again" I say.

He makes a face "No, no of course not. Besides you promised you wouldn't do it again"

"I know, I know" I say "Has Dana already come to pick me up yet?"

"Today is Saturday" He replies "Besides I don't really think you should go to school. I heard about what happened..."

Rolling my eyes, I stand up and finish the cupcake, walking to my mirror and sitting on a chair infront of it, staring at my reflection.

My face is red and around my eyes are dark layered skin, of course while my eyes itself are bloodshot from too much crying, possibly

And I look paler too.

"Do you know I would possibly need a tan?" I ask randomly, and then holding up my hair, I sat "And maybe a haircut?"

"What? No" He says as he walks to me, laying his hands on my shoulder and staring at the mirror to look at my face "You look like Snow White. You always have been. My little Princess. You just lack the black hair"

"I should dye my hair black and make it short then" I say and before he can come up with a response, I say "I'd just curl it up and make it look short, is all"

His hand goes to my hair as he  goes through strands of it as he says "You know, your Mother had black hair too. We never really understood how your hair was so.... White"

"I don't know" I say with a shrug "I was possessed by an angel at birth?"

"Some certain people would disagree"

I stare at his face and say "Now, now Pops. We both know alot of people don't already like me so this isn't new info"

"I know, I know. But... I just thought you'd like to make a new friend"

"They haven't even checked up on you ever since yesterday" He says "And yes, I told them about you being sick"

I sigh "They were busy yesterday"

"Partying with drugs, yes"

I sigh and look back to the mirror "I don't have much friends. And yes, they suck, but I don't have a choice. You're busy and I don't... I don't want to be alone anymore"

There was silence between us for a while before he says "I know. I'm sorry I can't be here right now, but I know someone who would like to be here. You both were inseperable when you were little"

Somehow, I knew I didn't like we're this was going.

"And he was really worried about you yesterday" He continues, ignoring the now pale look on his face "That is why I sent him over yesterday to check on you, but apparently, you weren't in a chatty mode so I told him you were going to come over and hand him cupcakes as a thank you gift"

Finally finding my voice, I hear myself say "Oh hell no"