Lilith's POV
All I see is blackness. Nothing more, nothing less. I hear this constant beeping noise and it's driving me bat shit crazy.
Is this Hell?
My own personal Hell?
Or am I just in a hospital, but can't open my eyes or move to save my life?
I hear what sounds to be muffled voices. Are the demons of Hell finally coming to get me for eternal torture? Whatever it is, it's probably better than life in an actual Hell... called Earth. At least Hell will have all good music.
An unfamiliar voice got closer and said, "Mr. Sola, Mr. Cerulli, and Miss Addams she's right in here if you're ready to see her."
What?! Sola? Cerulli? They were really there?! I'm not dead?! And my sister is here too!
Please help me get out of here, Lora. I want to cry, but I can't.
"Oh, Lilith. P-Please com-me b-back to me." It was my sister, crying and holding my left hand. She didn't talk anymore. She just held my hand and cried. I felt her guilty vibe.
It's not your fault, Lora. Stop crying and wait for me to come back. I'm guessing this is a coma. Maybe?
About twenty minutes later, one of the guys started talking, "It's not your fault, Lora. Why don't you and Chris go get some food from the cafeteria? She'll be here when you get back. You just need a breather." It did sound like Ghost. Oh no. Why are they even here?
Chris spoke up, "Are you going to stay here then?"
"Yeah. I'm not hungry, but you're a bottomless pit, so I know you're hungry. Lora needs a breather outside of the room."
"Okay. Don't do anything stupid, Devin." Man, even maybe being in a coma, I could just hear a smirk in Chris' voice. Why though? What did that mean to Ghost?
Also, I'm thinking this isn't a coma because being put in a coma means there had to be damage do to your brain and head. Luckily, they didn't hit me in the head at all.
I heard Ghost mutter, "Shut up, Chris." Hm? I don't know what's going on. I'm guessing that Lora and Chris left already, though.
Ghost sighed loudly. I could feel his eyes on me. Probably thinking I look like a freak. Suddenly, though, he said, "Why would someone do this to you? Such a beautiful girl?" Did he really just say that?! No. I'm just hearing things. "I mean come on. Half black, half purple skinny jeans, the idian corpse Motionless In White shirt, some black, shiny, tall ass, platform boots, and a cool, black, felt looking, pentagram choker. You look badass. How could someone do this? And I bet you haven't done anything to anybody."
He was right about all of it... except maybe the badass and beautiful parts, but he just named off my whole outfit. When I come back, I have to tell him that the platforms are seven inches tall. Since my normal height is five foot, six inches, with these platforms, I should be as tall as Chris or maybe an inch shorter than.
He grabbed my hand. I hope my face isn't blushing because I'm aware of what's going on. Oh no. He squeezed my hand and started speaking again. "If you hear me, which I actually doubt," Wrong. "but if you do, I probably sound like a total weirdo, even though I'm in your favorite band." He chuckled and started humming their song, 'Ghost in the Mirror'. I don't if he was trying to be ironic or what, but I really didn't care because it was my favorite song by them. I honestly can't believe this is happening.
I realized I could move my eyes. I tried moving my right hand. Success. I squeezed my left hand shut as hard as I could. "Ow. What the hell?" Then he realized, "Lilith, can you hear me?!" I squeezed his hand again, but lighter. "Oh my glob!" He screamed. "I have go get the others, Lilith. Please... Lilith, hang in there. Do it for me." As soon as he let go of my hand, I felt something wet fall on my the top of it. Was he crying? Over me?
