Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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If there was one thing Demitra disliked more than anything, it was interactions with her mother.

Her steely gaze held nothing but nit picking when looking at Demitra.

She was either too short or too tall.

Too loud or too quiet.

The women was never content with Demitra's actions.

She was the kind of women who promoted tough love, the one who believed that the only way of learning from your mistakes is suffering because of them first.

And that is why, when her mother stood in front of her in her dorm and peered down at her critically, Demitra really started to wonder if the zombie was worth all of this trouble.

''Hello dear,'' the elder women drawled.

''Mother,'' Demitra greeted.

''I have to say I was quite surprised to hear your call, Demitra, although, not so surprised to hear you requesting my help though, you're always asking for something.''

''Mother please, you've been here for two seconds,'' Demitra sighed.

''How have the strings been treating you? I assume you've been keeping on track?''

''They've been fine, I guess. They still hurt a bit.''

''They're supposed to, my dear, it's part of the fun.''

''If it's so fun why don't you do it for once instead of making me suffer instead.'' Demitra hissed.

''Don't be so dramatic.''

''It's not dramatics, Mother. It's the truth.''

The elder women seethed slightly before putting on a toxic smile, ''What was the purpose of your call, my dear?''

''I need you to help me get into Willow Hill.''

Her mother laughed coldly, ''whatever for?''

''A school project, on... zombies.''

''Zombies?''

''Yes.. apparently they have one there.''

The older women sighed and contemplated for a moment, ''Alright, I'll get you in, I was one of their ambassadors after all.''

''Really? You never mention it,'' Demitra said sarcastically, the woman bragged about her jobs extremely often.

''On one condition. You continue to cut the strings, no matter what.''

''But mother..''

''Yes, Demitra, or no asylum.''

''You'll make me do them anyway, so yes, we have ourselves a deal.''

The two shook hands just as Wednesday and Agnes strolled in.

''I'll meet you outside sweetheart,'' Demitra's mother said, waltzing out the room.

''What was that about?'' Wednesday asked.

''Nothing just my mother being her usual charming self.'' she smiled dimly.

Her mother had stuck to her word. She had driven Demitra to the asylum where she sneaked the girl in through a back entrance that was thought to have been bricked off. She then drove off without a word.

Willow Hill was a cold and dreary place. Its hallways all looked identical, with the same grey palette used everywhere. Instead of safe rooms for the patients, big metal doors blocked them off from society as if they were in a prison.

So the girl walked around.

And around.

And around.

She walked around so many times, it was hard to tell whether she was going in circles or not.

Careful to avoid the guards, she strolled into yet another long corridor, when she heard a familiar growling.

Slurp.

She rushed forward into the room the noise came from to find none other than the zombie who stared at her deeply.

Bizarrely, her roommate Wednesday also stood in the room freeing a bald man from a straitjacket.

''Wednesday?''

The pigtailed girl spun around, a frown painted on her face, ''Demitra?''

''What the hell are you doing here?''

''I could ask you the same question, but of course it is probably just one of your strange midnight escapades.''

With that the girl exited the room, the bald man in tow, leaving Demitra confused.

Maybe Wednesday had just been a figment of her imagination.

It was the only reasonable option.

The zombie chittered.

She turned to face him.

He was different. His face was more healed, the skin even slightly resembling human flesh. His hair had grown substantially and when he stared, she could have sworn she could see the beginnings of an eye ball forming in his right eye.

The zombie lunged forward, causing Demitra to take a few steps back.

The metal bar he was connected to the wall with snapped off with a flurry of dust causing her eyes to widen with worry. 

The zombie was out.

She slowly stepped backwards, out of the room. The zombie only stalked towards her.

''R- rose?'' he spoke gruffly - the word slightly slurred.

The girl's mouth opened but no words exited. 

She had no idea what the zombie meant when he said that name - she didn't even know a Rose.

The sound of footsteps broke the tension, Slurp's mouth opened hungrily and  with that he ran away.

Demitra was frozen. She didn't know what to do. Was it shock? Confusion?

''Miss are you alright,'' A guard grabbed her arm, checking her over before dragging her out of the building.

And she let him - her mind too busy racing to care.

Outside was pure chaos, screaming patients, the growls of the zombie echoing, guards trying to desperately round up the members of the asylum.

And then, as the cherry on top to the ice cream sundae of chaos that was once a mental hospital, Wednesday Addams was thrown out of the window before crashing onto the cobblestones below.

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authors note

I just wanted to so thank you so much for all the support shown to this story.

Never in a million years did I expect this book to have this many reads and votes and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate it.

I can't wait to finish this and give you all the answers I know your itching to find out about.

love you all x