Lilly and Lilith

1 year ago...

"Come on Nancy, you need a bath." I tugged on the young girls hand, urging her towards the bathroom.
"Yay! A bath! Bath, bath, bath..." Nancy skipped along behind me, her brown braids bouncing behind her back.

I hadn't agreed to this. Babysitting my four year old cousin on a Friday night. Yet here I was, running a warm bath for the sweet, young girl. The lukewarm water spraying on my hands felt great, if it wasn't that Nancy was standing right beside me I would already be submerged in the liquid. Lilith would probably tell me off if I did.

Where is Lilith anyway? She hadn't shown her face all night, probably upstairs sitting on her phone, that's all she ever does after all. Lilith is my sister, both the same age of 14 yet not twins. I always wondered how it would work, my conclusion always ending up being that Mum and Dad were desperate for another child, it still seemed wrong.

"Can I get in yet Lilly?" Nancy's childish voice sprung me back to reality. I quickly spun the taps, stopping the water, my daze had nearly led me to over fill the bath.

"Oh uh, yeah sure." I lifted her up and over the ledge of the bath.

"It isn't too hot or cold is it?" I asked in a high squeak, I could only ever use that voice with kids under the age of five.

"Just fine!" In response Nancy giggled and splashed me with water, I cringed, my face now slightly wet, I wiped the water off and sat down on the icy tiles.

I really wish I hadn't allowed mum to drag me into this. My Friday nights were usually reserved for fun sleepovers with Eliza my best friend, I would invite Lilith but she would always decline claiming that Eliza never talked to her. Lilith wasn't the most talkative and was often cast to the side.

Today was definitely the opposite of fun, a four year old creating tsunami waves in a bath a little too full, the water splashing over the edge and drenching me, yeah, total opposite.

-Come here- A text from Lilith, why is she texting me? She is upstairs for crying out loud, why not just yell out?! I sigh loudly and stand up.

"Will you be okay for a few minutes?" Nancy looks up at me and smiles, nodding her head. This shouldn't take long.

I trudge upstairs and pass one room, another and- "Ugh!" Just as I get towards Lilith's room a huge force shoves me into my own bedroom and I hear the click of the lock. I curse inwardly.

"What the hell Lilith?!? Let me out!!" She doesn't answer but I hear her footsteps proceed down the hall.

Why the hell did my parents think it was a good idea to have a lock on the outside of the bedrooms but not the inside? Luckily there's a way that you jiggle the handle that makes the lock pop right open, and lucky again that I've had enough practice to know exactly how to do it. I grab the handle and start to twist, if I just sp-

A shrill scream pierces the air and silences my thoughts, but only for a second before I start bashing the wooden door.

"LET ME OUT!!" I feel hysterical as I bash the door handle, letting go of any technique. Something has gone wrong, something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Another scream bursts through the house as I repeatedly bash the door. What has happened? Is it Lilith or Nancy screaming?

Finally, I'd ripped the handle off the door just as another shriek rumbled the house, this one however, was abruptly cut off halfway through as if someone had flipped a switch and muted the world. The only sound was my ragged breathing as I pounded down the corridor, nearly falling head first down the steps.