New Face

So I don't know why but these words kinda wrote themselves. So as crazy as I sound I don't know much about the characters. This is what I do know...

Rachel was once a drug and alcohol addict. And had a gang of friends, and was closest to Jacob.

Lillian is a mental health doctor with some interesting ways to fix problems.

And that's all I know. Enjoy!

Copyright Elena Lee Twist 2009

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“Have you ever thought there was more then one person in your head?”

“Huh?”

“Many people yet only one you.” She continued. He voice trailing, her mind was elsewhere, but yet also alert. “Like a flower. Many petals, but only one flower.” Lillian bent down to the dandelion and stroked its stem.

“I’m not following.” Rachel watched Lillian as if a child to a mother, in pure awe.

Lillian hummed tuneless and stood up again. With a sigh she trotted past Rachel toward the long dirt path. The trail winded and twisted around the trees of the forest. The trees were vibrant oranges and reds. The leaves littered the path and the trees towered like a divider from nature to civilization.

Lillian twirled instead of walking, people avoided her when the came close. They moved away like she was diseased, the disease of caring. Lillian ignored their angry grunts and continued her dance.

Rachel watched as she pranced down the path. Her grace suddenly made Rachel uncomfortable. But the dancing slowed and Lillian was still as the tree she touched. The only movement was the wind though the leaves and the twists of Lillian’s hair.

She turned as slowly, never losing her concentration. Lillian opened her bright green eyes and stared from afar at Rachel. Rachel made no inch of movement.

“Follow.” The gusting breeze amplified Lillian’s whisper.

Rachel obliged and stumbled over the lose rocks, to her embarrassment Lillian stared at her the whole way. Once the two girls were together the walked casually down the path.

The sound of the forest chimed loud and clear. Until they hit the noise the broke the beautiful harmony of nature, the sound of humans, drunk humans non the less.

Rachel swallowed loudly. This was where the gang used to hang. Did they still? Rachel hadn’t seen them for almost a year. Secretly she missed them; they were family. But had that changed since she met Lillian and rebuilt her life?

The noise grew into a roar. Rachel prayed that Lillian would turn around; surely she hears them? But was this what Lillian wanted? Was it a test for Rachel?

Rachel saw them. Ronny was sitting on his normal rock with a bottle in his hand. Derek was sitting on the railing to prevent man from falling of the near cliffs. All of them just there as Rachel once had been.

Someone was missing; a familiar laugh was missing from their chorus. Jacob.

Before thinking Rachel shouted, “Where’s Jacob?”

“Well, well look who’s here. Little Rach.” Ronny draped his arm around her. His breath was making Rachel queasy. “How’s rehab?”

“Shut up, like you care.” Rachel found it a bit to easy to go back to her attitude self, but if it was that easy for attitude how easy would she be able to resist going back to a drunk?

“Oh come on Rach. I was thinking of doing it myself.” The words slurred into an indistinct sentence.

“Right. Asshole.” The words came naturally. Rachel shoots a look at Lillian to see her reaction, but like always she was as unreadable as ever.

“Uuuhh, so where is Jacob?” Rachel said more controlled of her emotions.

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And that was Lillian and Rachel's story, maybe one day I'll find how it ends.