I Am Lily

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Chapter 9 (v.1)

Submitted: March 02, 2008

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9

I ran to the hospital without stopping, crashed through the doors and ran down the hallways to Dylan’s room. The walls were a sickly pale green: I remember learning somewhere (probably from my kindergarten teacher) that the color green made people feel safe and sound and pleasant, and that was why they used it for painting hospital walls. Well, it didn’t work for me. I felt like throwing up.

I controlled myself and entered the room the nurse had told me. 403. It was a small stall with only one person lying on a white bed: Dylan. I couldn’t help but gasp when he turned to look at me. It was the most awful sight I’d ever seen.

His eyes were both beaten black and blue and swollen up, scars with dry blood caked his cheekbones, and bruises the size of golf balls dotted his cheeks. There was a long line of red across his forehead. His left arm was in a cast and the other bandaged firmly, and he seemed to have hurt his neck as well. He could hardly move.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. I ran to him, blabbing things without knowing what I was saying, crying and holding his face in my hands. I could feel myself overflowing, breaking down…and finally blowing up.

“Brian did this to you, didn’t he?” I demanded once the tears dried.

Dylan didn’t answer.

“Come on, Dylan, tell the truth. Did you fight him?”

“…yeah.” So he still had his voice. I’d begun to think Brian had killed his windpipe as well.

“But he was sorry! He said so, he said he’d never interfere with my life again! We thought he was cured from that psycho thing.”

“We were wrong,” said Dylan, looking away. “He’s a poor guy, Brian Holster. He’s got something seriously wrong.”

“Sure he does,” I said angrily. “But what exactly did he do to make you look this way? Did you fight him back? And how come he’s not in the hospital --- where exactly is he, anyway? I’m going to find him and give him exactly what he did to you…god, I won’t let him get away with this, really, I’ll revenge him and ---”

“Lily.”

“--- he’s going to be sorry, very sorry. How many times do I have to tell him I don’t care a single bit about him and his crazy problem ---”

Lily.”

I stopped, heaving a great breath. “What?”

“Don’t get overexcited, Lily. You’re sounding like him.”

“Sorry,” I said. “That’s pretty much a curse.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t mean it.” But smiling must’ve hurt, since he quickly stopped, wincing.

“So what exactly happened?” I asked, calming down.

“He called me,” Dylan said. “He had my number, though I don’t know how. A lot of people seem to have my number in their cell these days, but anyway he called and said he had something to say to me. He told me to come out late in the evening to the parking lot behind his apartment, the abandoned place with no cars.”

“And you went?”

“Well, I knew right away he wanted to make a fight out of it. His voice was all strained and tense like he was holding back anger or something, but I went. I just…I thought a fight might finish everything, that if I just let him get at me then his anger might evaporate and he wouldn’t bother us anymore. And…I wanted to show him that I was ready to fight for something I really cared for. That I wasn’t a coward. I thought…I thought if I went out he’d understand how much I cared about you.” Dylan paused and looked down at his hands.

I swallowed away the gulp in my throat. “Thanks,” I whispered. “But you know, sometimes holding back is bravery itself, too. You didn’t have to meet him and fight it out.”

“I know,” said Dylan. “I guess something inside me fired up at that moment, and I really wanted to. It was strange, like I’d gone crazy as well. But it helped me. So anyway, I went, alone, since he said he wanted to fight ‘man-to-man’. But his whole gang was there, smoking and relaxing, waiting for the prey to arrive. I saw them, but I didn’t turn back. ‘Here’s the pretty boy who stole my princess.’ That’s what Brian said as soon as he caught sight of me. He was grinning, like his time had come. ‘Well, you know what to do with him, guys.’ Then the whole pack launched themselves at me and started tearing and punching at me like…wild beasts, and I fought back and I couldn’t handle it, there were too many. And in between shots as I was fighting myself out, I would catch glimpses of Brian leaning against a pole, smoking and grinning and watching.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Brian didn’t fight you? He just stood there and…enjoyed it?”

“Yeah,” said Dylan. “But we should understand him, Lily. He needs help. Badly.”

“Are you crazy, of course we shouldn’t understand him!” I cried, jumping to my feet. “He’s a madman, he’s like a criminal. He can’t just call you out and let his little bullies stamp you apart. How many guys were there?”

“About fifteen or sixteen, roughly,” Dylan muttered. “Lily, it’s ok ---”

No, it’s not ok,” I said. “You fought against sixteen guys with Brian hanging around grinning his face off?”

“--- might’ve been fifteen ---”

“I don’t care ---”

At that moment the door opened. And so did my mouth. It was Brian. Brian.

You!” I launched myself at him, ready to throttle him or at least beat him to death, but Dylan cried out, “Stop, Lily!” and I skidded to a stop, glaring up at him the best I could.

“You,” I said again in a low, deadly voice. “You’ve got some nerve, coming here after beating Dylan up like this. No, let me correct myself. It wasn’t you who beat him, right? It was your little crewmates who did the dirty work while you sat there cheering them on. You coward.” I could tell I’d angered him. I felt a twinge of glee as his eyes darkened.

“That little traitor tattled on me, did he?” Brian asked, glaring past me at Dylan. “I guess one beating wasn’t enough ---”

“You bastard!” I screamed. That stopped him. He looked at me in surprise.

“Did you just swear at me, Lily?” he asked.

“Yeah, I did,” I said, my chest heaving. “Thought I was an angel, did you?”

He shook his head pityingly. “You don’t know how much I care about you, Lily,” he said, his voice softening. Oh god. Not the stupid psychic act again. “You don’t know why I did this to that…that boy over there. It was for you.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I said. “You don’t care a single bit about me, Brian. You’re a tyrant, a jerk, the most selfish person in the world. You did this for fun, and it didn’t have the least bit to do with me.”

“Of course not,” he said, turning his intense eyes on me. “I’m your boyfriend, Lily, I care ---”

“Don’t give me that boyfriend thing again, Brian,” I said as calmly as I could. “Because I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I won’t be the little doll you get to play with whenever you feel like, the ‘thing’ you get to drag around and brag about to your friends. I don’t care if you rip open your wrist or cut yourself apart or whatever, because you’ve just proved yourself and what you are. A cowardly, extreme idiot. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” And I ran out of the room.

I ran through the hallway, tears running down my cheeks and the blurred green walls swaying in my sight. There were no nurses around, which was a relief, since I couldn’t care less about watching out for whoever or whatever I ran into. I heard Brian’s voice behind me, and hurried footsteps. Damn, he was following me.

I turned a corner and ran into a tiny room with no windows. Luckily it was empty with only a single bed in the middle. I heard Brian turning the corner outside and prayed that he’d pass. But just my luck, he opened the door.

“Get out,” I said as soon as he came in.

“Lily, I need to explain. You’re not the only one angry here.”

“What do you mean? You should be all smiles, since Dylan’s injured, right? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Not exactly,” said Brian. “I just wanted you to be happy. I really did this for you, Lily.”

“You’re not making any sense, you know that?”

“I know. I guess I’ll have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“The truth. The truth why I beat up Dylan Williams. It wasn’t because I wanted to, Lily. It was for you, like I said.”

“You’re crazy. There is no truth. You don’t even know what truth is. You’re just a mentally crazed person, and I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore.”

“Lily ---”

“I’m actually thankful you didn’t kill Dylan. Because you know what? I love him. I love Dylan Williams, and I want to be with him, I want to stay with him for the rest of my life. And you, you --- I wish you’d leave me and stay out of my life. Forever.”

His eyes were pained. “Lily,” he said in a soft voice. “Why do you think of me like that? I’m not a killer. I didn’t even know the guys were going to beat him up that bad. I’m not a killer…Dylan is.”

I was moving across the room to leave when I heard his last, whispered words.

What did you just say?” I said, turning slowly to face him.

“I didn’t want to tell you this, Lily,” he said in a low voice, looking away. “I knew it would hurt you. You love him too much, I can tell, and it pained me really badly. But I still loved you, Lily. I loved you with all my heart and I didn’t tell you the truth. I didn’t want your happiness to break. I tried to keep you away, but you didn’t listen. So now, finally, I’m telling you. Dylan’s the killer, Lily. He’s the one who killed your dad.”


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