Lillianna Aretha Dauglas
All the light had faded away. Only the moon and stars hung above her. The stars were fireflies dancing around their mother, the moon. Not a cloud was in sight. Crickets began chirping all around and in the distance a wolf could be heard howling. A floral smell filled the air. The beauty of it all was so strong that Lillianna could just drink it in. It was the kind of night that the girl always enjoyed. She smiled to herself.
A sigh was let out as the girl strolled onward. Where she was going, she didnāt know. However, anything was better than there. Lillianna would never turn back. She would never return to the place that was once so joyous. Not even in her memories. Some things are better left untouched or forgotten.
Plus, there would surely be something better in the future. The tragedy of the past was definitely not going to be the last, but as long as Lillianna looked ahead nothing would hold her back. Hold her back from finding something wonderfulā¦ Something to live for. What it was, she didnāt know or care. Nonetheless, she would find out.
As Lillianna wandered, she noted that the crickets had stopped chirping. The howling of the wolf had ceased as well. Everything fell silent except for the girlās footsteps and some whispers in the distance. Even the soft smell of flowers seems to evaporate. Although she couldnāt quite understand why, an eerie feeling settled in. Was there danger up ahead?
The wooded area was behind her. Lillianna hadnāt realized how close to the city she was. Ahead of her she saw a building. Something about it seemed a bitā¦ Off. Although she felt the need to get away, something compelled her to that building. When she entered, she fallowed her feelingsā¦ Or rather, she went where she felt she shouldnāt go.
The closer Lillianna grew, the more she felt as though she should run. It wasnāt long before she saw two figures. It was then she realized that one of them was hurt. She rushed to his side. The girl was both frightened and confused.
āH-h-how b-b-b-bad i-is your w-w-w-wound?ā She stumbled as she spoke. With new people, no matter the circumstances she could not form words properly. Her heart pounded in her chest. Was she too late to do anything? Or was the wound only minor?