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Lillian Gauthier
Everyone sees what you appear to be,
few feel what you are.
- Niccolo Machiavelli
few feel what you are.
- Niccolo Machiavelli
If there was anything worse than high school prom, it was getting dumped by your boyfriend on the eve of your birthday at a gala for charity work. 'There's no use crying over spilled milk,' her mother often said. Now, as an adult, it was more like, there's no use crying over spilled champagne. Lillian's heels clacked against the sidewalk in monotonous rhythms, her feet sore from walking so fast, and her eyes dry and red from crying. Mascara and eyeliner popped out like she had clown makeup on and her skirt laid against her skin like glue.
It was dark outside; the moon barely showed through the foggy atmosphere. Lillian's foot splashed into a puddle and she groaned. What had been so unforgivable that her boyfriend had suddenly decided they were done? She rubbed her eyes and walked down the sidewalk, the little hairs on her arms raised as she took a seat at the bus stop. She sank into the wet bench, too numb to care that dirt and dust was rubbing against the bottom of her floral print skirt and the back of her shirt. She sniffed and took a deep, shaky breath.
That bitch was going to pay for what she did.
Natalie ruined her relationship with Tyler and Lillian couldn't do anything about it. Tyler dropped her for some skank with black hair and a curvy body, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Natalie probably had a bigger cup size too. She wanted to scream at the world, scream at God, but the foreboding silence of being the only individual at the bus stop and the rain banging constantly against the small structure was all she could find comfort in. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her skin until she let go and threw her hands up in the air.
"I knew I should've listened to Danica. 'That man is no good for you'. Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me?"
Hands rested on her forehead as she contemplated the severity of her problem; She had no one to take her home now, she was drenched to the bone, and she felt hopeless and angry. Lillian's light brown curls were flat and her hair was slightly frizzy. Everything was a complete and utter disaster. She took a glance at her phone; 11:37 at night. She sat back and waited for the bus. There was no way she was calling her parents to make them drive an hour to Laurel Heights just to pick her up and hear her stupid sob story.
Lillian waited; The thunder roared in her ears and gradually, the wind began to pick up. She checked her phone. Five minutes until the bus was supposed to be here, but no headlights in sight. A 1970 Volvo wagon passed by. Her right leg began to move restlessly. What was taking the bus so long? Had she misread the information on the sign? She leaned forward and looked both ways. Her hand moved to grasp the edge of the bench when a strange chill passed through her arm where her rose-shaped birthmark was.
A pale hand squeezed her arm and Lillian screamed and almost jumped up immediately. Finely manicured nails dug into her skin and she glanced up, a woman with white hair and smooth skin coming into her vision. She screamed again and tried to tug her arm away. In the blink of an eye, the woman was gone and storm picked up speed. Lillian's chest felt like something was squeezing all the air out of her lungs as she struggled to catch her breath. Her hair brushed against her face, getting into her mouth.
"What the hell is going on?"
She turned around and watched as a stop sign soared out of the ground and smashed into the window of a nearby car. The car began to beep ceaselessly. Lillian panicked and glanced around for shelter. How fast could she get to the nearest gas station? All the stores nearby were closed. The rain hit her like a thousand bullets pelting into her skin and she dove for cover immediately when a flash of light struck a tree branch nearby and the tree branch flew straight into the glass on the side of the bus stop.
The glass shattered and left multiple nicks and cuts on her leg. She winced and cowered in the other corner, an effort to stay safe. "What the hell Mother Nature?" she yelled at the dark clouds swirling in the sky. "You're giving me shit for running away? Well I hate you too!" A flash of lightning near the outside of the bus stop, a clap of thunder that rang in her ears, and another flash of light. It all happened so fast that when Lillian finally managed to awake from her unconscious state, she was blinded by light.
Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned, head rocking from side to side, trying to get her hair out of her mouth. She slowly sat up. The back of her head throbbed with pain and her leg muscles ached all over. Once she became somewhat alert, Lillian felt the dirt beneath her; dirt and long blades of grass. Lillian tried to shake off the confusion. Trees too... A canopy? She lifted her hand up to block the sunlight and turned her head away when the end of a silver object suddenly touched underneath her chin. "Woah, what the hell?"
"It speaks, haha!"
Lillian's head bobbed a little as she eyed the silver object, eyebrows furrowed. Where had she seen this before? Wait, a sword? She opened her mouth to say something clever, but nothing intelligent came out. "Hey, uh, sir..." She trailed off and tried to back away, but the sword followed like a hawk. She chuckled nervously and tried to stand up, but the sword kept her grounded where she was. Lillian reached up to pull a tangled strand of hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. What an awkward first meeting.
"This is a really pointy object you're aiming at my throat right now and that's pretty dangerous weapon. You could stab my carotid artery and I could bleed out and die basically. Learned that in Medieval history class so, if you could just quit with the hostilities and tell me where I am, that'd be much appreciated."