Even after her protest for him to not pull the chain, she felt her body fly forward, her blue eyes wide before a gasp of fear before her body hit the floor at his feet the chains that bound them by their wrists wrapping around her, before she whimpered about her being real. Being able to feel, think and. . . .why would she not be real? She didn’t understand. Everything seemed to be a foggy haze yet there were pieces she could recall.

When his panic dulled again, he told her he would not hurt her, but she felt deep inside that was a lie and couldn’t help but flinch back a little when he reached down to untangle her. Her eyes had closed tightly her head turned to the side as her hands had only partly come up to try and protect her from harm since they were still slightly pinned down themselves. It was only when he grabbed the chain that was wrapped around her, she could feel his hot fingers slipping into where her skin and clothing should have been. She glanced back as he finished confusion and fear consuming her. She could feel the tears starting to slowly roll down her pale cheeks as tried to understand what was going on.

As the last of the chains fell to the floor beside her it was then that she asked what he wanted from her and why he was in [i]her[/i] house. His anger was back making her shrink back into the floor as if she could, but all she could feel were her bones through her skin and clothing pressing harder along the wooden floor. She parted her lips to shot back her own comment but he cut her off his tone much softer. All the anger faded, all the fear faded, all that was left was the confusion. “What are you talking about? Resting place?” She asked sitting up watching him carefully, before the memories started to flicker past her eyes. Her eyes widened as she watched the man chock the last bit of life from her before her body became limp and he quickly craved into her tummy the curse. Her hand came up to touch it as her eyes started to water. “I-I died.” She whispered softly. “I-I’m dead.” She said before sobbing softly. “I was murdered!” She screamed her hands coming up to cover her face as her body sagged a little as the sobs made her body jump forward a little bit.

After a good five minutes of her just crying, she started to rub her eyes with her arms and sniffled. Her eyes were slightly pink the skin around her eyes a slight red yet still held that pale glow. She glanced up at the boy before glancing back at the floor which she was still sitting on. Her hands sat in her lap as her fingers picked at each other. “Sorry.” She mumbled softly before glancing at the cuff on her wrist. “I . . .” She paused again as if trying to find the right words or words at all. “I don’t know how. . . I’m alive again.” She whispered before glancing up. “But I didn’t put this thing on us. . . and I don’t know how to get it off.” She finished her voice quiet, shame over taking her as she took in another sniff to try not to let the snot from her crying come out.

It was then that the boy brought up needing to go home. Lilika thought about it for a moment, looking a little dazed. “Okay.” She said before placing her hands on the floor and finally standing herself up before brushing herself off from the dust and dirt she may have collected. “Lets go.” She said her lips still parted as she went to say his name but realized she didn’t know it. “Ah, I’m Lilika by the way.” She said softly thinking that was the only real way to ask for someone’s name.