It was a cold December afternoon, and Lily was walking home from school that day. She liked walking home from school. She hated the bus. She hated it.
"Hey slut! I saved you a seat!" grinned Toby, patting the seat next to him. "My lap is free too if you wanna sit!"
There would be a surge of anger rising from Lily's stomach. Like a ball of fire, aching to find a release. But she wouldn't react. She wouldn't even look at him.
"You can't sit here.." Samantha said, arching her eyebrow. "This seat is not meant for losers..sorry!" As if on cue, there would be a wave of supressed laughter and giggles surrounding Lily. But she would just close her eyes, holding back her tears, clenching her fist.
Today, Lily was walking home. She had missed her bus that day, by accident. She didn't mind. She didn't mind one bit.
The wind was howling particularly hard today. But Lily didn't have any jacket to protect her. She held on to her backpack tight, and slowly walked towards her street. Towards the very end, a house stood. No lawn surrounding it. No dog barking in anticipation of her. No one to open the door. No one waiting for her.
Lily fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door. Her fingers were numb from the cold, and the keys weren't helping either. "Cmon..cmon!" she mumbled, trying to fit the key into the hole. After a lot of struggling, she managed to open the door.
The inside of the house was no relief from the cold outside. Lily threw her bag to the floor, and rubbed her hands together. "Mom.." she called out, closing an open window. "Mom?"
"She's gone..she's gone" came a soft voice from the kitchen. Lily walked into the room. "Dad..?" she said, walking towards him. "She's gone..gone!" he sobbed. That was the first time she had seen her father cry. "What happened?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest. "She left us..she left me!" he cried in rage, smashing a vase against the wall.
The vase broke into small pieces, shards were flying everwhere. Lily didn't even bother ducking. Slowly she left the room, her heart fell low, way below the floor. She climbed up the stairs and walked into the room. The ball of anger was rising again, but this time, she had no control. She screamed loudly, falling on her bed, burying her face in the pillow. Tears streamed down her eyes and she punched the pillow repeatedly.
She had wanted to do this for some time. She pressed the steel against her wrist. The anger, hurt, pain rising higher and higher. She closed her eyes tight, and it was done.
A flash of white light.
"Are you here to take me?"
"Will I be happy?"
And she was gone.