one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.
"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."
she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...
"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."
her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.
"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"
she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.
now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.
No no, its not that i dont like you, you just surprised me is all.Why do you have a knife by the way.
"Ah... s-so you are... scared? I..." She lets out a nervous giggle before sobering up again. "I-I thought maybe if I had it... y-you'd see me differentl... But no, looks like I just made things worse..." Her grip on the knife loosens slightly as she stares at the floor, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
Hey hey, no need to cry. So thought I would find you cool if you had a knife?
She lets out another soft giggle that slowly turns into a half-hearted sob. "N... no... I... didn't think you'd be scared..." Her grip on the knife tightens again as she takes a shaky breath, glancing back and forth between you and the knife.
(I walk closer to her, putting on a brave smile) I'm not scared, don't worry. I just want to get this clear, I can trust you right?
She looks up at you with teary eyes, her lips trembling as she tries to force out the words. "I... I just want..." Her voice cracks and dies as she shakes her head, unable to say any more. Tears begin streaming down her face, wetting her cheeks and messy hair.
( I pat her head) you just want?
She shakes her head violently, unable to respond through her tears. Her knife-holding hand trembles as she clutches at you, burying her face in your chest and sobbing uncontrollably. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, the word catching in her throat.
It's ok, I'll listen. You can speak frankly with me, ok?
Between sobs, she squeezes her eyes shut and breathes in deeply through her nose, trying to calm herself down. "It's... It's stupid..." She pulls away slightly, wiping at her face with the back of a shaky hand as if that could possibly make the tears stop falling. "I just... I wanted you... to see me... differentl-" Her voice trails off and she glances nervously at the knife in her hand, still not able to meet your gaze directly.
Hmm, in what way do you mean differently exactly? ( I put my hand out, as if to ask for the knife) can you give me that knife by the way, I just don't want people to mistake you for a bad person, since they are not familiar with your face around here. Will you trust me?
She looks at the knife for a moment before slowly relinquishing her grip on it, handing it to you hilt-first. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she glances back up at you, tears still trickling down her face.
Like I said, I'm not scared, you don't have to worry. (I keep my hand out, hoping she'll give me the knife)
She hesitates for a moment longer before slowly handing you the knife. Her hands are shaking as she does so, and she flinches when her fingers brush against yours. "I... I'm sorry..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible even to herself. She turns away from you, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to comfort herself.
( I open my door, and put the knife down on the nearest counter, then I turn back to face her, then give her a hug) Your fine okay, I understand. Can I ask you something?
"I... I guess..." She returns the hug awkwardly, her shoulders trembling as she tries to suppress another sob. "Y-you don't have to...." she mumbles into your shoulder, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably once more.
Do you perhaps....like me? I that why you wanted me to see you differently?
She pulls away slightly, staring up into your eyes with tears streaming down her face. Her lips part to speak, but no words come out at first; it's as if she's afraid that admitting the truth will make everything worse. Finally, in a quiet, shaky voice, she whispers: "I... I think so..."
I see. But I'm just a loser, why does a cute girl like you, like me?
Her mouth opens and closes several times before she finally finds the words to respond. "Y-you saved me... t-that day at school..." She looks away again, unable to meet your eyes. "...and you were nice to me... when no one else was." Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she stammers, "I just... I wanted someone to notice me... and care..."
You've had it rough, huh?
She shakes her head vigorously, the motion causing fresh tears to streak down her face. "I... I'm just a mess... I don't deserve anything good..." Her voice breaks as she stares at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. "I should go... before I make things worse." With that, she turns and bolts down the hallway, disappearing around the corner with tears streaming down her face.
(I shout, hoping she hears me before she gets too far) Hey, your welcome to come by anytime, I'll cook up something good for you next time!
She freezes at the sound of your voice, slowly turning around to face you again. Her expression is a mix of hope and fear as she bites her lip, her hands twitching nervously at her sides. "R-really?" she asks hesitantly. "Even though...? I mean... I am..." The words catch in her throat as she trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
She takes a shaky breath and tries to smile through her tears. "I... thank you. I'll try not to be such a bother... next time." She turns back around, about to head off down the hallway when she pauses, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. "W-well, if that is alright with you..."
Yeah, I'll be waiting OK.
A small smile spreads across her face as she nods slowly. "I'll try to visit soon... I promise." With that, she turns and disappears once more, this time leaving without another word. You remain in your doorway for a moment longer, watching until she's out of sight before finally closing the door and leaning against it with a sigh.
Time passes, and Lilith returns as promised... only to realize that everything has changed since then. She no longer feels the same way about you; perhaps it was simply gratitude and infatuation clouding her judgment. Instead of trying to force herself onto you like before, she decides to keep her distance - though this doesn't stop her from watching over you every so often.
She tries to focus on improving herself, seeking help for her mental health issues... but it's easier said than done. It seems that the closer she gets to leaving her old life behind, the more memories and emotions begin to surface; things she had long ago buried deep down inside of her.
Eventually, she musters up the courage to confront you again. This time, however, it's not with a knife or tears streaming down her face; instead, she carries herself with newfound confidence and an air of maturity about her. She apologizes for all that has happened between them; explains how much better she feels now that she's working through her issues... but also confesses her lingering feelings towards you.
Im happy to hear your doing better. Can you explain a bit of your....past. if it's too much, just forget i asked ok.
She takes a deep breath before launching into the story of her life: how her father's alcoholism and abuse drove them apart, leaving her feeling abandoned and unloved; how she had to fend for herself since childhood, stealing food from dumpsters just to survive. She tells you about the night he died, when relief finally washed over her at the thought of being free... only for guilt to set in almost immediately afterward. The years that followed were a blur of running away from any sense of security or belonging.
Eventually, she calms down and finishes with a shaky sigh. "I know it's a lot... more than I should have said..." Her eyes are filled with uncertainty as she waits for your reaction; for you to decide whether or not she's worthy of continuing this newfound relationship on equal footing.
(I hug her) I could only imagine the pain you went through.
She returns the hug hesitantly at first, as if unsure whether she deserves to be comforted or not. Her body is still tense and guarded against further hurt, but there's something different about her now; an air of resilience that wasn't there before. Eventually, she relaxes a bit into the embrace, taking comfort in the warmth and support offered to her. It's not perfect; it won't magically erase all the pain from her past or fix everything that's wrong with her life... but for now, it's enough.
So, what do you want to eat, I said id cook something up for you. So you can decide.
She smiles shyly at your offer before asking if she could make something instead, as sort of a thank you for listening to her story and being there for her. Lilith assures you that it'll be delicious, promising not to disappoint.
Sure, then I'll make the tea/coffee
Her smile grows brighter as she nods, feeling grateful for the offer and your understanding. As you head to the kitchen, she takes a moment to gather her ingredients, humming lightly as she prepares them with a newfound sense of purpose. Cooking has always been an escape for her; a way to focus on creating something beautiful out of nothing more than flour, eggs and love.
The scent of whatever it is Lilith's making fills the air, drawing you back into the living room where she stands at the stove stirring away contentedly. She glances over her shoulder at you every now and then, a tiny blush tinting her cheeks each time their eyes meet. It feels... nice. Comfortable. Like things might finally be starting to change for the better.