The One Chapter 1 (P2)

Authors Note: This is part 2 of chapter one. If you have not read the prologue or part 1 of chapter one please do so or you will be very lose. Thank you also please forgive any grammar errors. Here is a link to my portfolio so you kind find the prologue and part 1. http://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/klingonwannabe Thank you again for reading, please review and rate. :D


         “Hey!” came a girl’s voice with a British accent from behind her. Someone grabbed Lillian’s arm that had the rock in it. “What do you think you are doing?”
         Lillian wiped around she hated being touched. She opened her mouth to tell this girl off when she did her blue eyes met hazelnut brown ones. For some reason the moment she looked into those eyes no words could come out so she just closed her mouth. The girl was older then she was, she was taller than Lillian, and she had long curly brown hair. She was clearly wealthy because she had on the nicest white button up shirt which was tucked into a very nice knee length blue plaid skirt Lillian had ever seen. The little girl also had on gold bracelets and a necklace which had a ‘S’ on it.

         “Let go of me!” Lillian shouted at the strange girl. The girl let go of Lillian’s arm at once, but looked down sternly at her. Lillian still had a hold of the rock and was staring back just as stern. After about a minute of silence Lillian spoke. 

         “What?” She spat rudely, she was not use to people paying her any bit of attention let alone just staring at her.

         “I know what you were about to do.” She said matter-of-factually with her thick British accent.

         “Oh reallyyyyy? And exactly how do you know what I was about to do?” replied Lillian rolling her eyes, she was one smart mouth brat.

         The British girl gave a little smirk at this comment. “You’d be surprised how much I know.” She said sweetly to the five year old.

         Lillian’s face contorted in a confused look. “What?” She asked the girl in a hotly tone.

         The British girl chuckled at her tone of voice and cupped Lillian’s face with her left hand.“You have always been this way.” She said beaming at the little girl.

         Usually Lillian would have pulled away. She couldn’t stand being touched; every physical touch she had ever received was a negative one. Her father only put his hands on her when he wanted to hurt her and as for her mother; she only touched Lillian kindly when she was petting her like a dog. However this felt different; her face began to feel warm where the British girl’s hand was at and her belly filled with butterflies. This felt good; natural even. Lillian closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. When she heard the ten year old giggle at this she snapped back to her old self and pulled away; her face reddening with embarrassment. The girl looked hurt by this action but she ignored it.

         “Look you shouldn’t be throwing rocks and trying to hurt people. That’s not right.” She said to Lillian in a sweet but stern tone.

         “You’re not my mother and even if you were I still wouldn’t listen to you. How much older than me are you anyway? Like two years?”

         The British girl snickered and shook her head at this question. It seems she found Lillian to be very entertaining.

         “Actually I’m five years old than you little one.”

         “I’m going to ignore that last part. Whatever my point is you’re not an adult, so why should I listen to you?”

         Lillian stared at the smiling ten year old daring her to reply. But she didn’t she merely stood there staring back at Lillian, her lips forming a smile. Clearly she found Lillian very funny. When she didn’t reply to her question Lillian found herself oddly intrigued by her. First, no one ever notices her and yet this girl did. Second, despite being only ten she seemed so much older; she could see it in the girl’s eyes.

         “What’s your name?” Asked Lillian a little less hotly this time.

         She bent down and came face to face with Lillian.

         “I go by many names, little one.” She whispered to her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a little while. The ten year old girl slowly lifted up her hand to touch Lillian’s face, but her touch was interrupted by someone calling out.

         “Emily?” Said the voice; it was a woman also with a thick British accent and it sounded slightly flustered as if scared. The ten year old put down her hand and turned her head towards the sound of the voice.

         “So your name’s Emily?” Lillian asked after seeing the girl’s reaction to the name.

         “One of them,” she answered turning back to face Lillian, “listen I have to go but before I do drop the rock.”

         Lillian obeyed blindly and dropped the rock. It wasn’t until she heard the ‘thunk’ sound of it hitting the ground did she realize what she just did. ‘What the?’ She thought becoming very confused. She had never listened to anyone before let alone so quickly and easily. Her confusion must have been showing on her face because Emily smiled and giggled silently.

         “Listen to me,” she said grabbing a hold of Lillian’s face with both hands. Lillian’s eyes, which had fixated on the rock she had dropped, snapped up to meet Emily’s. Emily smile had faded and her eyes started to fill with tears. “You need to be brave, okay?” Before Lillian could say anything to this Emily pulled Lillian’s head towards hers and kissed her forehead. Lillian’s eyes fluttered shut and she leaned into the kiss. She felt warm all over and those butterflies in her tummy started flapping around again. Emily pulled away and smiled at her. Lillian’s face grew red at the smile and looked down. Emily smiled weakly at her; tears quietly falling down her face.

         “Now go.” She commanded nicely.

         Lillian looked at her feeling awkward after the kiss. Lillian muttered “weirdo” as she turned and slowly started walking away.

         “And stay out of trouble.” Emily called to her. Lillian, only a couple of steps away, turned and gave her a weird look. As Lillian continued to walk away Emily turned away from her; tears still streaming down her face. She heard her name being called again by her mother. Emily wiped the tears away, trying to compose herself, and then walked towards the sound of her mother’s voice.

         As Lillian got further away from Emily the awkward feeling began to slip away. The thirteen year old boy that had been tormenting the tigers had grown bored and started running to another exhibit. He was heading Lillian’s way and was running with some speed. Right before he was about to pass her Lillian stuck out her foot causing the boy to trip. He land face first on the rock built path, causing a tooth to be knocked out. Lillian skipped away happily as the boy lay unconscious on the ground, a pool of blood forming around his head and mouth. Lillian skipped out of the Detroit Zoo unnoticed; forgetting about the British ten year old girl named Emily.

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         It’s February 12, 1999 and it’s almost been a year since Lillian saw that ten year old British girl in the Detroit Zoo; but to Lillian it had been a lifetime ago. Her world had found a way to get darker. Her parents had run out of money; they had lost their disability, welfare, and their unemployment had run out as well. First thing to go was the water again, this was always the first thing to go since they never had electricity is was pretty much the only thing they had left. Second thing to go was their car; not that big of a deal they could walk to get the poison they needed. The third thing was the apartment; they had until the end of the month to clear out. The last and finale thing to go was of course the drugs and without their bad habit to keep them occupied their concentrated turned on the only thing they had left; Lillian.

         At first it wasn’t too bad, it appeared that they forgotten they even had a child. They turned on each other screaming, hitting, throwing things day in and day out. Lillian would just hide in her room until they either left or fell asleep then she would sneak out to look for food and water. Once she had gone two days without food and water, her parents had gone so long without drugs withdraw was making them stay awake for days just screaming at each other. Lillian couldn’t take it anymore, she needed food and water. She tried her best to sneak out without being scene. Usually she was very good at this but because of lack of nourishment she was very dizzy. Right before she was about to reach the door she lost her balance and fell hard on the floor. Her parents stopped arguing with each other and turned to see what had made the noise. They found their young child Lillian on the flooring looking up at them petrified from fear. Once they realized she was still around is when they started on her. They still went at each other like rabid cats and dogs, but once they were done on each other it was Lillian’s turn.

         Her mother would mostly yell at her and call her names. However, when she got really angry, usually after her husband beat her mercilessly, she would drag the girl by the head of her hair and smack her around. Lillian’s father was, as usual, much harsher. After beating his wife he would turn on the girl; apparently beating a woman wasn’t satisfying enough he had to do it to a little girl just to feel a bit better. What’s worse is that it was working; he had found a new drug. Hitting his wife was fun but nothing compared to the scream of his little girl. He literally beat her so bad once that, because of the bruises and swelling, she could not move a muscle the very next day. Any other child would have died but she didn’t; even though she begged for it.

         The day of February 12 had gotten as worse as it could get. Lillian’s father had scrounged enough money to get one hit. However it wasn’t enough to buy his usual dose of crack, instead he bought a new drug in the area known as crystal meth. The high was intense; her father had felt nothing like this before. He was unaware of who he was or where he was. His eyes grew red and big; something had changed. He was always an evil man but this drug broke something inside of him. He began to scream at his wife, barely forming whole words.

         “WHORE! WHORE!.....JESUS…KILL..WHORE! YES JESUS!....KILL WHORE!” He screamed at her, pacing back in forth in the living room. His wife was frozen on the couch; she had never seen him like this before. He had gotten almost as bad this before, but something was different she could feel it. As she stared wide eyed at her crazed husband, she knew this was her last and final day.

         Back in her room Lillian sat up against the wall, her knees against her chest and her hands covering her ears. She couldn’t take the yelling much longer. Little Lillian was frighten, she knew it was only a matter of time before it would be her turn and whatever undeserved punishment that her mother received would nothing compared to what she would get. Her mind filled with images of what her father was going to do to her when all of sudden something happened.

         “AHH!” Lillian cried out in pain, grabbing her chest. She could feel her fear but also her mothers. She knew it was her mother’s, she didn’t know how she knew but she did. Her mother was so frighten it started intensifying her own fears. Then another jab of pain to heart came, it was so strong that it made her fling herself to the floor. Her hand kept her up but it was shacking; her stomach was rolling as if at any moment she would be sick all over the floor. She could now feel everyone’s fear in Detroit. Oh how frighten they are, scared about almost everything imaginable. Then Lillian began to feel their pain, their sorrow, their hate. She felt all of it, and those feelings connected to hers’. Lillian began to cry uncontrollable they were hurting and now she was also hurting of the same emotions. Her whole body shook, she tried to scream out but nothing. Her mouth just opened over and over again attempting to make noise. She opened her mouth once more to scream the pain of her and thousands of people.

         “Ahhhhhhhh!” She closed her mouth and forced her head up looking at the closed door. That was not her that was her mother’s screaming. Before she had time to comprehend why her mother was screaming she felt physical pain all over her body. It was as if someone invisible was beating her. Her father had started beating her mother and she could feel ever hit. His fist felt like stones against her little body. Lillian attempted to protect herself but she could not block what she could not see. With ever hit her body was being thrashed around; banging against the wall, smashed into the ground, and even at times lifted into the air. Then it stopped. Lillian’s body was black and blue, blood was seeping from her nose, and her left eye was swollen shut. Lillian forced herself back up against the wall, every part of her shaking. She could still feel the pain of an unknown number of people and those numbers were growing with every passing second. Her mother’s was the strongest though. The woman was in so much physical pain and her fear was unbearable. Lillian started crying again, the weight of her own emotions plus those of other began to crush the life out the little girl; she was dying.  A jolt went through her, her mother’s fear and panic had suddenly grown. Lillian’s heart started beating against her chest so fast and hard that she thought for sure it was going to burst.

         “N- AHHH!” Her mother screamed suddenly from the living room. At that exact moment Lillian grabbed her face in pain. It felt like someone had stuck something sharp directly under her right eye. She collapsed on the floor once more as the pain grew worse. She could even hear the sound of the sharp object cutting against her skin. Lillian was kicking at the air and started clawing at her face hoping to stop whatever it was from causing her any more pain. She could feel hot gooey blood dripping down the side of her face from the wound. Her mother’s pain was making it worse. Even after the cut had stopped forming she could still feel that her mother was as not as lucky. Lillian felt three hot sharp jabs to her torso and she felt her mother breath for the last time.

         Lillian stayed were she was; her body was throbbing from pain. She was dying not from the wounds but from what she was feeling on the inside. The apartment had grown silent and Lillian had hoped it was now all over. It wasn’t until she heard the creaks coming from the hallway did she realize that her father had not forgotten about his only child, like always, it was her turn. Lillian looked up at the door, the room was spinning and everything was blurry but she knew at any moment he would walk through that door and take her life. All of a sudden it was as if a fire had erupted inside of her. She hated him. The fire began to burn stronger and she could feel her skin growing warm. The hate inside her grew along with hate of millions of people. She could feel their anger and all her physical pain went away. Before long hate was all she could feel. Lillian sat herself up against the wall one last time and put her knees to her chest resting her forehead on them. She heard the door open with a squeak. She didn’t look up; she didn’t want to look at him. Her father was covered in blood staring wildly at his daughter. He had a long kitchen knife, which was also covered in blood, in his left hand and in his right he was clutching to something that appeared to be flesh like and deep red.

         “Little whore.” He whispered darkly as his lips curled into an evil, wicked smile.

         When Lillian heard those words the fire inside grew as big as it could in her. Her body was smoldering; steam coming off her skin. All her and the worlds rage was boiling inside and she looked up at her father. Her father’s smile disappeared as soon as he saw his child’s eyes. Lillian’s eyes had fire coming out of them licking the side of her face. There was no trace of her blue eyes there was only fire. Her father grew frighten even in his condition he knew this was not right. Lillian looked at him begging him to do something. He took the hint and came at her; the knife up above his head in striking position. As he came towards her she took in all the pain, sadness, fear, and hate of the world, along with her own, and screamed it at him. As she screamed a bright light burst out from her chest blinding her. Before her vision could return, Lillian fell unconscious.

         After several hours of unconsciousness Lillian opened her eyes. She laid there for a while wondering what had happened. She tried to piece things together but before she did she realized something had changed. She could no longer feel the emotions of the world, or hers’ for that matter. She sat up quickly and winced. She might not be able to feel emotions but she still could feel physical pain. After slowly readjusting herself to an upright position she looked around the room; it was burnt. The walls had blackened, the picture of Jesus and the crucifix laid in a pile of ash below where they once hanged, and the carpet was singed from a fire. Lillian’s eyes met a black mass curled on the floor not far from where she was sitting. She got up to take a closer look. When she got closer she realized it was the burnt body of her father. He was lying in a fetal position; his hands formed into fist with the melted blade in the left one, and his skin was dry, black and cracked which was oozing blood. As Lillian looked down at her deceased father she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing, not even emptiness or a coldness it was truly nothing. She cocked her had at her father wondering how this could have happened then walked out towards the living room. Lillian stepped into the living room and found her mother’s dead body covered in blood. She saw that her mother’s face had been partly cut off. Lillian saw a long deep arrow pointed cut directly underneath her right eye. Lillian touched the right side of her face and felt the same mark. Somehow while emotionally connected to her mother she received some of her mother’s wounds. Just like her father she felt nothing while staring at her mother’s body. The only thing that Lillian was thinking about was what to do next. No one in this apartment complex was going to call the police, it would get them a one way ticket to jail and no one was going to take that chance. So Lillian had to do something she couldn’t just stay here with dead bodies until the end of the month when the landlord would come to kick them out, no she had to find a phone and call 911. Lillian remembered the house she used to sneak into. She had no idea what time it was, because the sun was hidden under winter grey clouds, but perhaps someone would be home.

         She walked to the house but no one answered the door. Lillian went to house to house until an old man finally answered at one. He looked down at the bloody, beaten girl and grew instantly annoyed.

         “What do you want?”

         “May I use your phone please.” Replied Lillian in a monotone, emotionless voice. The old man rolled his eyes and moved out of the way to let her in. She walked through the door and into his living room. He walked into his kitchen mumbling about how people with problems always end up on his front door. He came back in with a cheap cordless phone and handed it to Lillian; she quietly dialed 911. Lillian explained to the operator what had happened and where her apartment was located. She hung up and handed the phone back to the old man thanking him before showing herself out. Once back inside her apartment she sat on the sofa and waited for the police. The Child with the Broken Soul was born.