Lilith bond

A fly got in the house on Monday. It's Sunday and he's still around. I feel like he's part of the family now. I'll call him Bun. ( Bun will not be back until a very long time).

Hi, my name is Lilith Bond. I'm the president's daughter. It might sound amazing, but it is an astonishing experience. I have tons of money and fame, hundreds of clothes and shoes. My parents are strict, but I love them the way they are. My father is a lawyer and my mother is the president herself. Ha, you thought my dad was the president, didn't you?

That's fine. I'm used to people thinking that my dad is always the president. They are always so startled when I tell them a woman is a leader. By the way, no, I'm not a feminist, I'm just telling you what the people told me and the experiences I've dealt with.

But anyway, I'm here to tell you my story. And again, no it's not one of those Cinderella stories where I've sadly been neglected by my step sisters and mother and my father died. My story is much more complex if I must say so myself. It all started on October 20, 1972. That's when I was born in this horrendous place. Apparently from what I've heard, the nurse that made me see the light fainted right when she saw me. (I guess I was too irresistible). No, it was because of the amount of toes I had. It's called a congenital anomaly. It's a fact that when birth defects, congenital anomalies, or congenital malformations develop, these conditions develop prenatally and may be identified before, at birth, or later in life. For me, it was found right when I was born. When I was about 4 or 5, I was known for being somewhat smart for my age. (I read books a lot so maybe that was the magic ingredient ).

At age 12 I was on the top of my class without a sweat, straight A’s all day long. I had a few boys who liked me and gave me gifts and tried to “win me over”. But I had other plans than boys. I wanted to become the most successful Architect in the world. (That didn't work out how I imagined it to be).

Finally, at the age of 16, I was a quiet kid who stuck to her own space. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere since all my friends left town.

One day when I just got into school and ready for my first period, the head of our high school Mrs. Branda (she's not our principal) asked me if I could come with her. I was so frightened that I was in trouble.

I never did anything bad, I stayed by the rules! not always… When we arrived in her office I saw another girl the same age as me, long straight brown hair with a black skirt, and a Hello Kitty top. She was giving me the biggest smile in my direction. Mrs. Branda asked if I could show her around and be friends.

I was thinking to myself that this woman is crazy. And just about when I was going to answer she briskly said that I would get a little prize, and if I didn't do as she said then I would be in big trouble.

I couldn't believe it, she was blackmailing me to befriend some new weird girl. I hurriedly agreed that I would help that new girl with her high school journey.  Mrs. Branda escorted us out. The new girl said that her name was Arianna Lond, but her friends called her Ciri.

At that point, I was asking myself what friends she was talking about, but quickly went back to the real world. I introduced her to our homeroom and our classmates. As I was about to sit down in my normal corner the new girl took a table and connected it to mine.

That's when I knew it was going to be a bit more difficult to get rid of her than I thought. She kept talking to me about her home country Albania, how she was so lucky that she was my “friend” and that we would be together forever. That 45 minutes of class was the worst I have experienced in my life.

It was more or less like she stuck a knife in my head and got it out too quickly. After the homeroom, I was freed from her grasp as I had Spanish and she had French. Life was quiet and nice again. Yet that day people had a thing with getting on my nerves and a random guy came and sat next to me. He said hi and went on with the work our teacher gave us. For the first time, I felt like talking to someone.

“Hey, what's your name?” he just ignored me. I was severely surprised as any boy that I looked at would go crazy and want to date me. I was kind of happy too, since he acts normal around me. I went and tried again saying hi. This time he finally answered by saying “Leave me alone” (Uh you sat next to me, HELLO?)

10 minutes had passed since he said anything and he apologized. Said his name was Peter Williams. I told him that his apology was accepted even though it was not.

Let me tell you a little fact about me, I forgive but do not forget. So if we ever get to be friends,

I will use this comeback from when we first met.

Back to the real world, I kept buzzing him around with questions. But he just stayed there like he just didn't care. Finally, he went over to the teacher and asked if he could listen to some music.

Thankfully the Spanish teacher was on my side that day so he said ” No sorry”. Peter angrily stomped back right next to me and asked, "You know Spanish, right?” I answered with an obvious yes and he just stowed all his work that looked like about thirty Spanish lessons were not done.

I was too stunned to speak. The bell favorably rang and I ran out of there at the speed of light. It was snack time. My favorite time of the day lasted for a maximum of forty minutes but after snack, I have a free period. During my break, I had some nice Mandarins and cereals. I read for about 10 minutes until the new girl came my way.

She looked miserable, as if she was caught in the pouring rain, missed her birthday party, and then got food poisoning. She sat next to me not saying a word. I continued reading but she was just so close that I felt so uncomfortable. She fell asleep on my shoulder. It felt as if I couldn't do anything, couldn't move a muscle, nada. So for the rest of that snack break, I sat still as a rock. very ungrateful for what life had given me.

The bell rang and I had to wake up the new girl. I stood up and she just fell on the floor like nothing happened. I packed my bag and left her there until she woke up.

My school had three floors, so I went to the last floor. Usually, there are a few more stairs to just one miniature part of the hall, close to the music room. I sat next to a window that was just next to the corner I always sit in.

Just when I was about to sit down I saw Peter. I never see him around this part of the school. Especially such a quiet place. He sat down across from me and started calling a friend. I'm guessing they were close since he kept laughing and moaning from time to time which was kind of unsettling. A few minutes pass by and he gives me a shocked face. He carefully walks towards me and sits down with a red face. I stay there trying not to think of anything stupid that might get him to do or say anything to me.

He was about to say something until he punched my face and ran away laughing and snickering. There were so many questions in my head, what just happened? Why did he do that? What did I do to him? I've always been so quiet and never involved in anyone's business. Maybe it was because of that one Spanish lesson that I annoyed him a bit, but I think that punishment was a bit too harsh. Not to me but just in general. He punched me real hard too, It was like there was something that made him do it or something.

Oh yeah, that phone call. Maybe that's why he did it, the only question I have is why was he moaning?

At the end of the day, I was going home but Peter came back. He ran over, but I didn't want to hear a single word from him. I ran faster and faster while he was shouting my name and running right behind me. “WAIT!” He kept shouting the same thing over and over and over again it was like a tumor in the head.

I stopped running as I was getting tired, both physically and mentally from all his shouting nonsense. He finally caught up to me and tried apologizing. I said it was fine as always, but this time he didn't believe a single word I was saying. I kept trying to tell him all was forgiven but he just wouldn't budge. And I'm guessing his only instinct to say sorry was by hugging me very tightly but yet softly. I tried pushing away but his grasp was too strong.

He let go after what seemed like hours and said that there was a guy who was really in love with me, he was told to punch me in the face or else I would be killed and he couldn't have given the fact that he could have done something if I ever died because he cares about me. I was not too surprised by the story that he told me as so many boys have liked me. I walked away like nothing ever happened, I don't feel bad for leaving Peter at all.

He deserves it even though he was trying to “protect me”. As I finally reached home I said hi to my parents. No, just kidding, my parents are dead. Yes, the president is my mom, but I was adopted. I recently found out when they were shot right in front of me. My story reminds me of the Batman story. When Bruce Wayne  (Batman) his parents got gangbanged in a corner alley by a random criminal.

Because of that big accident, he wanted to avenge his parents by defeating all criminals and putting them in jail. That's how he became the one and only Batman. He also has a sidekick (actually more than one, but they are in a way a family) Robin. But in my story, I don't become an amazing superhero loved by all. I don't have a sidekick or friend. I did this all myself. I'm hated by everyone around me, just because I killed some people that were better off in hell.

What's so bad with that?  I'm also sixteen, so sorrowfully for the adoption center, they can't take me in. Well actually they can, but I ran away and got my own money by selling drugs and other weird things I find in my basement.

I sat down at my desk and started doing my math homework, unfortunately, my cell phone started ringing. It was Peter once more. I swear this is at least the eleventh time he has called me.

I don't even know how he got my phone number to begin with. On the twelfth call, I answered. I regret doing that. He ended up asking me out to which I hung up and ghosted him for a week. I always do that to boys who ask me out or give me gifts. It's just a nice way of telling them, I'm not interested and I never want to see or hear from you ever again. Peter is different from the other boys so he just doesn't give up.

We actually could have been friends by now if he just hadn’t punched me in the face. The next day came along and the new girl was on my shoulders once more. I think it's her way of saying “I love annoying you very much”.  During English, the teacher gave the class a memorial project to do in a pair of two. I plainfully asked if I could work alone.  The English teacher already despised me so this question made it 10 times worse. She looked at me for a long 30 seconds and unexpectedly said yes since there was no one left to work with. The new girl went with her crush that she talks about 24/7, and Peter was probably sick or skipping class as I didn't see him once for the whole day. However, Peter came just exactly when I was thanking the English teachers.

He ran to me and said that he would be my partner. He told me to meet him at his house so we can work on it, but doesn't he know that we are only supposed to do the work in class? I senselessly agreed and went on with whatever I was doing. At the end of the school day Peter was waiting for me at the front of the school, it's like he wanted me to come to his house exactly on that day. We slowly walked to his house which took about a whole hour.

He weirdly stayed quiet the whole time. He did try holding my hand and did succeed after the third try. Peter put the biggest smile on his face that I've ever seen. I don't think I've seen someone cheerful holding hands with someone in my life. I'm exaggerating, I've seen people very happy. But not too happy or their heads will burst out and we don't want that. We arrived at his house and coincidentally his parents weren't there, so we could get some of “our own time” if you know what I mean. (And if you have a freakishly dirty mind, get out of the garbage can). We started working on a girl from the 2 World War from the year 1939 about this girl called Anne Frank. To be honest with you I never got interested in that story until I was about 21.

It never really gave me any curiosity to dive into her story and know more. I stayed there for hours, I could barely stay awake. Peter asked me if I was tired and I for some reason said yes. He told me I could sleep in his lap and so I did, again I am at a loss on why I said yes to sitting on someone's lap that I truly despise. I woke up after what seemed like ten seconds but was already eleven pm.

I told Peter that I had to go home and we could finish the project tomorrow. But of course, he asked me if I wanted to stay. I declined in the kindest way possible and headed out the door. While I was walking out the door I saw it was raining so I quickly put on my hood. Yes, I did have an umbrella but the wind felt like a tornado and everyone around me had an umbrella, well let us just say the umbrella is in a better place now.  I arrived at the bus station and waited for at least ten minutes before getting in.

But right when I was about to get in the bus driver pushed me and told me that I was too young to be there. I rubbed my eyes and saw that the bus was a club bus for people over the age of eighteen. Since I didn't want to have another weird encounter, I decided to walk home for two hours. When I finally got home it was already 1 am.

Oh and adding that, I had school tomorrow, and a test that I didn't study for. I knew what I was doing for the rest of the night. I studied until my eyes were falling out of my head. I eventually finished at six am. That's the time when I get up and head for school. I made a beeline for the actual bus and arrived right before the bell was about to ring. The first thing I had was English. It was the same boring English that I always got the highest grades the whole grade. But something peculiar happened. I kept hearing gunshots.

I just ignored it and started to slowly fall asleep. After what felt like 20 minutes I kept hearing the same gunshots, but no screaming… I stood up to see what was going on and none of my classmates were there. All I did see were bloody trails leading towards a bathroom. I wanted to investigate but then I saw the president’s limo.

I was so intrigued that I got out of the nearest window and I had to introduce myself. For some particular reason, she started crying. I asked her and she told me that I was the only survivor. I was so confused so I asked her what she was talking about. After gathering her courage she told me that there was a shooting. ‘’ No shit’’. I was the first person to hear the gunshots, to begin with. But if I was the only one left that meant that Peter was dead too and a new girl as well. Oh well so tragic but I honestly couldn't have cared less. I had a life of my own and I never liked them anyway. Imbeciles they were to get shot like that.I wanted to head home to eat so I could figure out who would do such a thing.

I told the president that I was going to head home but she said that I could not since I do not have any adult supervision. That was how I knew that she was going to be in my way. Yes I know she's the president, but from what she was talking about now I knew for a fact that she was never going to let me investigate. So, I ran away from her like any reasonable person. She tried to keep up but I was too fast. After running for a few minutes I arrived home, I tried falling asleep but I don't think that could even work.

So I tried to find some sleeping pills. It helped a little. The next morning there was another shooting so I quickly went to the crime scene. This time most of the students were alive. I tried going inside but the police told me that I had no right to go in there since I was underage to do such a thing, and I wouldn't want to put myself in danger. I went to an alleyway and I saw these two guys.

Of Course, they were smoking. They saw me and I panicked. Just when I was going to leave one of them grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the wall. I kicked him in the balls while saying that you shouldn't treat women like that. The other guy started laughing and gave me a big smirk. He said they were no harm. Like I would believe that, I'm no idiot. He said his name was Liam and the guy that I had kicked in the balls was Noah. Liam explained to me how he saw me talking to the police after the school shooting.

Noah was enrolled at that school. Obliviously he skipped. But it did save his life. Noah, still in pain, asked me what my name was, but I kept it anonymous as I didn't trust them yet. I asked them if they knew anything about the shooting, and Liam said he knew someone. He told me to follow him but I didn't want to.

So I asked him if I could quickly go home. (My gun is there). Liam however said that this is only a one-time thing, like a now-or-never situation.So without any choice, I followed them to a building across a few blocks. When we entered the building it was nothing like the outside. It looked just like a club.

I remembered that I was not exactly supposed to be there and I told Liam that. He gave me the biggest smirk. ( I swear this guy has something to do with smirks. He does them nonstop it's so irritating).Noah asked me how old I was and I said sixteen. They both looked at each other in guilt. Noah said they were both nineteen.

I was flabbergasted when they said that. Liam told me it didn't matter and we should get going or else we would miss “him”. Whoever “him” was, he sounded important and might be a lead to the cases so far.

When we finally arrived we went over to a guy drinking wine and women being all around him. Exactly when he saw the boys he told the women something and they went away like he meant nothing to them anymore. When the woman went away I could get a clear visual of him. WHAT?