Lillian’s POV:
With each sentence that lurks out of their pale lips, the string inside my mind snaps.
I grip tightly onto the thin string, and the sharpen claws only digs in deeper.
Insanity wants to escape.
The monster desire to roam free.
When the man with the boy sneers at me, his hand grip firmly onto the child; I part my mouth. The boy looks up towards the man as his hand holds the colorful boat. I want to hear what he says.
He asks: “Daddy. How did she do that?”
How would he respond?
He lowers himself, “Because she’s a monster.”
Then, I would see it.
A female.
She stood in the background, beautiful scenery. The woman was on the street, almost as tall as the lamp-post. Her long dark hair s***h against a face so creamy, it’s striking. The strand flow to her back, stra
