𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 // Dreamwastaken x oc

♫SEVEN♫

Succiduous

              (¸.·'*   ready to fall, falling

Delilah's POV

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why is she so pretty?

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 I want to look like her.

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she looks like she has it all.

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this is why I'm lonely. I'm not good enough.

This was the endless cycle Delilah had been stuck in for the past couple of hours. Scrolling through Instagram and comparing herself to other women. Her speaker had been blasting music for at least seven hours now while she wasted her time doing who-knows-what. She could feel that sickly feeling she often felt when re-emerging into that dark place she hated so much. Almost like she was hollow inside; like she had lost all care for anything in the world at that moment. 

She dragged herself out of bed and towards the bathroom. Why? Who knows. Who cares?

Delilah flicked the light switch on the wall of the bathroom and light flooded the small space. As she began trudging towards the toilet, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She looked fine. Her skin had cleared up a lot, she was wearing comfy sweats and a tank top, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun.

But Delilah didn't feel like she looked fine.

Her eyes widened and her eyebrows knitted together as she took a step closer.

She took a shaky hand and pressed it to her cheek. Was this really her skin?

She tugged at the flesh on her cheek, and then her chin, then poked her head.

This can't be me, can it? my nose is too big, my cheeks are too fat, my lips are too small, my eyes aren't the right shape. not like those models.

She took her hand and placed it around her waist. A small voice in the back of her head told her to stop, you've been here before. you can't go back.

She continued anyway. is that my waist? is that my skin? I'm fat. look- when I pull, there's too much skin. 

my hips aren't wide enough. my neck is too long. my ears stick out too much.

A single, solitary tear trickled down her face.

She couldn't let these thoughts take over again. She thought she had won the war, a long, long time ago; the war that finished all the battles she'd ever had with these thoughts. She'd won. But she was falling back. they're coming back. they haunt me.

don't let them win, Delilah.

you aren't good enough.

go away.

there's a reason you have nobody.

get out...

you're just not good enough, for anybody.

"Get out..." She whispered.

nobody will ever choose you.

"Leave me alone..."

you'll never be the first pick. look at yourself!

Delilah tried to shut her eyes, but they were flooded with salty tears and she was forced to blink them away. She made eye contact with herself in the mirror.

you aren't good enough.

and no matter how hard you try, you never will be.

Delilah gripped the edges of the countertop. Her knuckles were white from clenching her fists. 

maybe if you were better, your parents would have loved you.

"Leave,"

maybe if you were prettier, you would have friends.

"Leave!"

you're a mess, Delilah.

and you're to blame.

"GET OUT!" She screamed as her legs gave way from underneath her, bringing her crashing down onto the cold floor. Her sobs echoed around as she wrapped her trembling arms around her frail legs. 

i hate this.

help.

i need help.

please, somebody, help.

A/N!! short chapter, but important :)

thank you for 100 reads and some people starting to comment and vote! I appreciate it <3

chapter seven//591 words