Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blood* ❯ Lizzie ( Chapter 89 )

Lizzie

-Lizzie-

I don't why I'm here. I'm a good person. What did I do to deserve this?

Number three.

I don't want to die.

I woke up in this strange house. This isn't my room. How did I get here? I was home last night. And now…

I turned my head when I heard knocking on the door.

“Who's there?” I asked. I waited as the door opened. A boy poked his head inside.

“Oh! You're awake,” he said. “Are you alright?” I stared at him.

“W-W-Who are you?” I asked. This boy walked into the room.

“Stay back!” I shouted. He froze in place with his hand up.

“It's okay! It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you,” he said. I blinked at him. The boy pointed to his nose.

“I'm Tsukiyono Omi,” he said.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Seventeen,” he said. What the…? He's just a kid.

“Where are we?” I asked. Omi looked around.

“I don't really know,” he said. “It's a house. It is real. It seems to be in the middle of nowhere. That's all I know.”

“So… How did we get here?” I asked.

“I don't know,” he said. I frowned.

“Oh, and you are?” Omi asked.

“Lizzie,” I said. “Lizzie Cooper.” I looked down at my lap.

“So… how do I get back?” I asked. Omi shrugged.

“I don't really know,” he said. “Sometimes, we walk out the door and end up out there.”

“Just like that?” I asked. Omi nodded. I let it sink in. That's when he said something else.

“What?” I asked.

“What is your number?” he asked. “I am twenty-one.” I looked away.

“Three,” I said. Another thought crossed my mind.

“We aren't alone, are we?” I asked. “In this house.”

“No,” he said.

“Where are we? How many are there?” I asked.

“They're around,” Omi said. He tried to count up in his head.

“I think there are eight of us here? Maybe?” he said. I didn't move. What the hell was this?

“I… I need a moment,” I said.

“Oh…” Omi said. “I'll be downstairs.” I slowly nodded. He said nothing as he turned and walked out of my room. (My room?) I flopped back onto my bed.

Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? I was a good person. I am a good person. Whatever I did, I'm sorry!