She was dead. . . she had died t hat day. How much time had passed? Did they figure out who. . . killed her. His face was so dark in her memory, she felt like she knew him yet at the same time she could see his face. But his hands around her neck, slowly choking the life from her. It was then that she burst into tears, screaming that she had been murdered. Not only had she been violated but her life had been taken as well. At that moment she wished she had lived, taking her innocence wasn’t enough for the bastard, he had to take her life too. She heard the soft stutter of a sorry. He had known the whole time she had been dead. It explained his reactions to her appearance and her lack of understanding as to why her house was in this state and why her home was filled with strange looking strangers. Clearly she was further in time. Years must have passed since her death.
As she told him that she was murdered he repeated the word as if he couldn’t believe it. It only made her sob harder. Why did he know she was dead yet, didn’t know she was murdered! It took Lilika a while to calm down after finding out she was dead. It was as much as a shock as finding out someone you loved had died. Maybe worst because she could remember pieces here and there. Rubbing her eyes she glanced at the boy and telling him she was sorry. However, by the time she had finished speaking she was glancing at the ground with her bright blue eyes, that may have dulled but still seemed to be bright at the same time. He said it was okay, it made her feel only a little better about all of this, before he explained that maybe they could get it off when they left the house.
“Ca-can I even leave?” She whispered as she started to stand up brushing herself off. “I thought – I thought. . . ghosts couldn’t leave the house they haunted.” She said whispering the word ghost and haunted like someone had just showed her a dead puppy she had just gotten. She could hear the doubt in his voice making it even harder for her to look at him for a long amount of time. When he said they’d go now, she glanced up again and nodded before finally thinking it’d be good to know his name so she introduced herself and then got his name. “Jace. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.” She mused softly, before they started to walk and she followed after him. As they walked around the dark, dusty and empty house, the only sound that could be heard was their creaking steps and the soft rattle of the chain. Lilika didn’t like it, it made her dwell too much on her current reality, so to distract herself she glanced up at Jace and noticed something odd. He surely knew his way around her house. Before they reached outside she asked. “Have you been here before? You seem. . . to know your way around pretty well.”
She felt the night air brush along her body, it should have been cool along her skin but it was still this odd warm feeling. It made her wrap her arms around her body to hug herself. She felt so alone, a darkness of fears looming in the back of her mind. She glanced around as he pulled her along behind him. There was a small beaten down path in the long overgrown grass. She glanced back up at her house to see it was old rioting and bored up. She could feel her eyes starting to water up again. This wasn’t some twisted dream she wanted to believe it was. . . she was dead, years had passed and now she was a ghost that she used to fear herself. When they left the gates of her home, Jace spoke making her glance back towards him, the tears still lingering on her face.
She brought up her hands to wipe them away as he started to speak, but the way he was doing it she knew he was breaking bad news to her. It was the awkwardness people took on when telling someone something they didn’t want to know. When he said everyone knew about her death she frowned deeply, her eyebrows pinching together a little, confusion taking over her. If they knew she had died. . . then why didn’t he know she was murdered. When he said she had killed herself she stopped short, the chain tugging on her wrist as he kept walking making her jerk forward a little. She gasped before getting her footing again and bring her wrist up to her chest as she clutched it. She was about to start crying again no longer able to hold herself together, but he asked her if she was sure she had been murdered. Her eyes hardened into a hateful glare as she walked closer to him. “Am I sure I was murdered?” She asked back.
“I don’t think you forget someone’s hands wrapped around your neck after they just stole your virginity. The fear that comes through your core as you realize you’re going to die, your hands gripping at his trying to break free and then everything. .. goes black. . . cold, dark and alone.” She hissed. “So yes I was murdered.” She said their faces close together. After a long moment of quiet she said. “Still think I’m lying to you? What the hell do I have to lose now?” She said before walking around him grabbing the chain and pulling him the rest of the way out of the tree line.