I Am Lily

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: February 09, 2008

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Submitted: February 09, 2008





“Lily, this is Brian.”

Oh, no. “Hey, Brian.”

“I know it’s pretty early right now, but I’m just calling to say I can’t take you to school today and tomorrow.


“Just…it’s nothing important. I just can’t. So you should probably take your car.”

“I let my mom use my car.”

“Oh.” Long pause. “Well, I guess you’d better take the bus.”


“It’s only for a couple of days. I’m really sorry.”

You’d better be. “No, that’s fine, I like buses.”

“Bye, then, and see you later at school.”



I dropped my cell back on the blankets next to my head and got out of bed with a sigh. So Brian can’t tell me why he’s suddenly not going to pick me up today. To tell the truth, I’ve been depending on him to take me to school every day…it’s become our ritual. But starting from now, I won’t lean on him so much. I’ve seen what a physic person he really is, and I am definitely not letting such a dangerous person take over the wheel --- and I’m not just talking about cars. I’m talking about my life. It’s my life, and I have control over what choices to make and what not to. And I’m starting with deciding how I’m going to get to school. I’ll tell him I don’t want to ride with him anymore, that two days on the bus has gotten me used to it already. Besides, between bus and Brian, I choose bus.

I left the house at just the right time and headed for the bus stop. It takes about fifteen minutes to get there, so it’s not that bad. But hardly anybody takes the bus to school in my neighborhood, so the walk there is pretty deserted and quiet. Which I like very much.

The bus arrived satisfyingly early. I walked in, looked around for an empty seat (there was only one), and nearly stopped breathing. A boy was sitting alone in the third seat on my right, which also happened to be the seat right in front of the only vacant one, and the second I saw him I recognized him to be the stranger who’d kissed me at the theatre. He was looking out the window, which gave me time to sit down as silently as I could behind him, but he suddenly turned his head and caught sight of me creeping to the empty seat.

“Hey!” he cried, flashing me another beautiful smile.

“Hi,” I managed shakily, sitting down.

“I didn’t know you took this bus,” he said. “I’ve never saw you here before.”

“I usually don’t,” I said. “My b --- I drive on my own to school. But I think I’ll be taking this from now on.” I don’t know why I didn’t mention Brian, but something in the strange boy’s face made me want to forget that I even had a boyfriend.

“That’s good,” he said. I noticed his eyes were not altogether green: there was grey and black in them, like mine. “So, what school do you go to?”

“Oh --- Falen Bush.”

“Ah.” He nodded his head, suddenly looking shy as though he didn’t know what to say. “Uh…good school.”


“And…what’s your name?” He asked, abruptly, avoiding my gaze.

“Lillian,” I said. “Lillian Charlotte Duerre. But I prefer Lily.”

“Lily,” he repeated. “I like that.” He turned to look at me full in the face, and I saw how friendly and pure his eyes were. So different from the black voids of Brian’s.

“I’m Dylan,” he said, his hair falling slightly into his face. “Dylan Williams.”

I let myself smile for the first time.

“Oh, and about yesterday at the theatre, I’m real sorry if you felt uncomfortable, but then…a dare’s a dare, right? Even if it comes to kissing pretty girls. And besides,” he paused and gave a mischievous grin. “I sort of wanted to try it out myself.” He grinned, then glanced out the window and gave a start. “Well, this is my stop. I go to Rutherford High, by the way. Goodbye, Lillian, Lily --- I’ll be seeing you soon. You can count on that.”

“I think I will,” I said, and watched him jump off the bus. He turned, gave a huge last smile, then sprinted off into a swarming crowd of people. And so I was left on the bus, headed for my own school, four more stops away, where I’d meet my boyfriend, the crazy suicide victim.

I stared out the window and fingered the necklace I could barely feel under my uniform. And I guess here, finally, I get to tell you about my necklace.

Two months ago, when I first returned to my consciousness and found myself with an emptied memory, I also discovered that I had a beautiful necklace hanging around my neck. It’s a silver one, with a plain silver chain and a charm in the shape of half a lily hanging from it. I say half because only the left half of the flower hangs from the chain, looking as though someone broke off the right part. It’s a strange thing, but I like it, so I’ve taken to hanging it around my neck all the time, underneath my clothes. Maybe one day it’ll lead me to cracking the mysterious accident involving my father’s death, and even to the secret identity of the killer. It’s my Lily-necklace, made just for me.

At school I avoided Brian and his group as much as I could (and he never noticed! He really is slow), except for during lunchtime. But I can deal with just lunchtime, since Sophia and my friends are with me and Brian can’t do anything sentimental or overly depressing in front of them. When he put his arm around me as usual, instinct told me to wriggle away, but suddenly the image of his bleeding wrist flashed across my mind and I sat stone still and endured the whole period.

After school Brian told me that he was really sorry, but he had some important visit he had to make right away, so I’d have to take the bus home again. I said that was fine with me, with a dazzling smile pasted to my face. Actually I could’ve easily rode home in Sophia’s car, or in Allison’s or another one of the giggly girls who ‘simply adore’ me, but I chose the bus. I don’t know why, but I got the feeling that I’d meet the boy, Dylan, once again, and something inside me looked forward to it.

I was right. After four stops Dylan appeared, and came to sit right next to me.

“Why are you alone all the time?” he asked.

“I have friends,” I retorted. “I just…feel like riding the bus. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he said, smiling amusedly. “Just asking.”

“And what about you? Where are your friends?”

“Ditched them,” he said. “No, they always zoom off in their little cars, and I like to be alone sometimes, without everyone crowding around and messing.”

I didn’t say that that was exactly how I felt.

“This bus is pretty quiet,” said Dylan, looking around at the many people who sat silently in their seats, texting or reading newspapers or thick books. “It’s much better compared to the other buses that drive around here. A lot of people, but no noise. Which makes it a good place to think.”

“And which is why I plan to ride it often,” I said.

We sat like that, talking as though we’d known each other for much more than just one day (not even a day, actually, just several minutes is more like it) and one brief moment thanks to a stupid dare.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

“In Liam,” I said. “In the neat little neighborhood with block houses and a beautiful park. And the best sunsets.”

“I know where that is,” he said. “I’ve been there a few times, and I saw the sunset once. But you’re wrong when you say it’s the best. I’ve seen much better places than your neighborhood, especially a beach I know. I’ve been to this beach only once, but the sunset I saw there was amazing. Maybe one day I’ll take you there.”

“That’d be perfect,” I said. I was feeling dazzled with confusion and glee at finding someone so much like me, a boy who cared about thinking alone and laughing with friends and watching sunsets on lone beaches. And his eyes, so much like mine, they told nothing but the truth. I found myself continuously comparing Dylan with Brian, and I realized how much of a cooped up and terrible life I was living, with an extremely violent boyfriend.

“Hey,” said Dylan suddenly. “What’s that around your neck?”

“Oh, this,” I said, and pulled the necklace out from under my uniform so he could see it better. “It’s my Lily-necklace.”

“Wait a sec,” he said, staring at it. Then he reached into his pocket and drew out something…glinting. It was a necklace. Exactly the same as mine.

“What ---” I reached out and took it from his hand. It was just like mine. No, wait…it was just the opposite of mine. It was the right half of the lily!

I looked back up at Dylan, wide-eyed with surprise. “Where’d you get this? It’s the missing half of my necklace!”

“I’ve had it for as long as I can remember,” said Dylan. “I think someone told me it was a gift from my grandmother. Or mother. I don’t remember, because my parents are divorced and I live with my uncle. But anyway, try fit those two together.”

I carefully undid my necklace and placed it against his. The two fit. The lily was perfected, made into one whole flower, silver and shining.

“This is…very weird,” I said.

“Where’d you get yours?” he asked.

“I’ve…I’ve had it for as long as I can remember, too.” I didn’t say that ‘as long as I can remember’ was only about two months.

“Maybe these have a secret to them,” said Dylan, his eyes shining with excitement. “Maybe, when whoever made these necklaces made them, they were meant to be some sort of…I don’t know, bond? Then the two of us happened to get it, and now we’ve found each other, the owners of the lily.”

“Maybe,” I said, equally growing excited. “Well, this goes to show that we have much more than just hobbies in common, doesn’t it?”

“Right,” he said, smiling, a slight dimple forming on the right side of his mouth. “We’ll just have to find out what it means. Here ---” He handed me his cellphone. “Add your number.”

We both exchanged numbers, clasped the necklaces around our necks, and said goodbye. Me, heading toward my little house in Liam, him, continuing on toward Rowenville, the small neighborhood just a couple miles away from mine.

I’m beginning to think something. Feel something, actually. About Dylan. But I won’t say anything, not yet. It’s much too soon, and I don’t even know exactly what it is I feel, and then I have an emotional Brian to deal with at the moment as well. I don’t want to mess things up and make him attempt suicide again. I want things to be just normal, without any strange people entering into my life whenever they want. But the thing is, not everything goes the way we want it to, does it? No. And sometimes, we have to accept change and new emotions that start to sprout up inside, and stow the things of old times behind. Because, like I always say, people and things change. All the time.

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