Alone, Lonely, Pained and Evil.

Lily rubbed the sleep from her eyes, waking up from the heavily blanketed bed she had slept in with Price before his unfortunate death.

She's been living the life of a zombie these past week. She hasn't gone out of the house and the most outside thing she's had is the sunlight that permeates into the house in the late mornings and afternoons.

Every single time she passes by the staircase, she zones off, basically seeing in her head how he had fallen and how she had been too chicken to save him or call him the ambulance because if she had, he might have survived. She could have easily lied that he fell down the stairs in the dark and he'll be treated in the hospital...

The image of him wording help at her up the stairs that day is something she'll never be able to let go of or get erased from her head and she's resigned to her fate. Beside her, she picks up her phone as she pushes herself away from the bed into a sitting position.

She clicks it on and she sees that she has a couple of