Lilith stood outside the library, gazing out at the Sunset Valley lighthouse.
There should be angry black clouds spitting lightning and roaring thunder. There should be howling wind and furious rain. The surf should be high and rough, beating itself against the rocks.
But the outside world insisted on being smooth and tranquil and beautiful and refused to reflect the chaos and disorder inside Lilith’s mind.
Mr. Sekemoto had called Bella Goth for her. He had really been quite nice, despite her screams and curses.
“Hi Bella, it’s Sam. Are you free this afternoon? I have a young lady here from the Observer who’d like to talk to you.”
“She’s doing a story on exciting events in the history of Sunset Valley, and I think you would have some insight into that. I would help her, but you know that the library doesn’t have the greatest resources and with the recent budget cuts…”
“She said that she’d be happy to talk to you. She’ll be expecting you at two.”
He had looked so concerned and she’d felt really bad for yelling at him earlier.
“Look, I can’t help you. What little I’ve done is going to put me in danger. But it’s nothing compared to the danger that you’re in. Be careful, okay?”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Sekemoto! And I promise I’ll be careful.”
She had wanted to throw herself into his arms and sob on his shoulder and let him take the burden of her fear and pain and loss. But she couldn’t. She had to go on and try to keep herself together. She had to do it for Shannon. And for Jason, a small voice said, but she ignored it.
Her reverie ended and she turned toward the park.
It really was such a lovely day and she didn’t think she could take dealing with the cab driver again. Especially not with the…the…things. In her head.
She had plenty of time. She’d walk to the Goth house. Maybe the sunshine and soft warm air would help clear her mind and help her get control over the…things.
She blinked back the tears that had suddenly risen in her eyes. She had to be strong. She had to focus.
She built a little mental wall around the grief and terror and utter and complete loneliness.
“I see you Lilith. No one escapes the Reaper. Or at least that’s what they tell me.”
She gasped and brought her hand to her mouth as the wall immediately came tumbling down.
Stupid cheap clapboard.
Lilith sighed as she walked past the Sunset Valley welcome sign.
Everything in this town was plastic. The people, the buildings, her soul – everything.