Two little psychopaths/ Vinnie Hacker story

Part 23

Lilly's gentle shaking awoke me. I
opened my eyes, my face was sore
from the afternoon, my cheeks stiff
and my head pounding.

I lifted myself up and Lilly silently
closed the door behind herself.
She sat beside me on the floor and
helped me sit up.
She gave me a warm comforting smile.
Even though she had no clue, she had
no knowledge of the situation or past,
she still took the time to understand.
I glanced at her slightly, as her
dimples left her cheeks.

"How are you feeling?" she asked
quietly, like a whisper.

"I don't know" I shook my head.
I looked down at my fidgeting fingers.
"What was he like?"
The light in the room was dim. I must
have been around 11pm because the
sun was down and a few shiny stars
were tracing the blueish sky. A few
candles were lit, pomegranate,
lavender, and cinnamon.
I hadn't really ever thought about the
question. Nor the answer.

My thoughts were slow, I was like in a
warm bath, calm, eyes closed, just in
my head. Except I wasn't. I was really
just numb.

"He was..."

I thought about it, and the harder I
tried. the farthest away his image
seemed to be. Slowly fading away
from my mind. My muscles tensed up
out of frustration.

"He was..."

I kept repeating these two words not
able to make anything out of the
picture in my mind. It was like slowly
blurring, slowly his face disappearing
out of my head, and I was left with a
few memories. Many emotions, and
plenty of feelings, but none seemed
real anymore.

"He was..."

Multiple times the words escaped my
mouth, like fountains. I looked up,
and back down, my face crunching
together a little bit more at every little
sound of my voice, my vision blurred
by the tears, and then I just couldn't.
I felt Lilly's hand rest on my knee, like
a light feather. I gripped onto it.
Trying my best not to break it into peaces

"He.. was... he's... Gone!"

My sobs cut me at every try, sentences
weren't an option. Lilly pulled me
closes shushing me slightly, as I was
breaking onto her lap.
I was letting my lips drool, my nose
run. I was completely letting go, no
able to build up again. I didn't feel
that burst of energy I did when he was
around, I didn't feel the adrenaline to
move even in the worst horrors.

I don't remember a time where I
stopped. I don't remember him.

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I awoke lying on the floor once again,
Lilly next to me this time.
I stood up and pulled the blankets
over her. I grabbed the little box
resting on the wide wooden desk next
to the door.

I hopped downstairs and ran to the
kitchen. I glanced at the microwave to
check the time. 7:43am.
I slipped my garden pass and put it
down on the table. I opened the fridge
and grabbed a juice box. With a blank
expression I took grasp of the box
again and walked towards the back
door.

I stepped outside, setting my bare feet
on the cold grass. I stumbled over to
the swing at the very back of the yard
sipping on the juice.
I sat down on the swing lifting my feet
of the ground setting the juice box
next to me on the dirty grass.

The world was just raising, a few birds
were calmly chirping on their
branches, the sun was barely touching
the sky and the breeze still cool
caressed my rosy cheeks.
I let my arms drop to my sides slightly
rocking the swing front and back with
my toe.

I stopped in my tracks and set my eyes
on the box. I knew I'd have to read the
note at some point.
I bent down and took the cap off
taking the paper out of the box with
the tip of my fingers.

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