25 April 2012
For what seemed like forever and a few light years away, she wasn't even close to figuring out who she was. Sitting in the morgue waiting room. Not somewhere where most early adults plan on going. But this was the precious moment she was waiting for. For all she knew it could just be a man who meant nothing to her emotionally, or it could of been her one and only, her life to her soul. Or it could of been her father.
" Lillian Daquire?" She rose - holding her breath. For what seemed to be forever was now only a second around the corner. Lillian's hands started to shake, she paused. Her glaring eyes focused upon her palms. Blood. Delusional - she started screaming. Fiercely rubbing her hands together causing friction. With sweat dripping down her English rose complexion, she fell hard onto her knees, still trying to get the blood off of her hands.
With an exhale Lillian replied, " Yes? " " The assistant is ready to see you now. Are you sure you're ready for this? You don't have to go in you know?"
" Yes - I'm ready, I have to do this". And with that she composed herself, picked up her handbag smiled at the receptionist. As she approached the door her smile dissolved from her face and turned into a smirk. " It better be him".
That Girl Is Unknown • Opuss № I