The Call of the Void H.S.

One

Delilah's pov

Today I woke up thinking it was just like any other. Got up, showered, put on some sweats, and drove myself to school. My first couple of classes were alright, but this college lit was going to be the death of me.

My sister, Victoria, has texted me earlier saying that her debit card had been declined again. This was the third time this has happened, so it looks like I'm going to have to make a trip to the bank after class.

Just as I was about to get back to work my thoughts get interrupted by my professor," Delilah. Delilah Wilson." My head shot up and my anxiety started to build up inside me. I looked at him in fear," Yes?" it was so quiet it could have been a whisper. "Stay after class a minute?" he asked. I nodded my head and started my work.

A few minutes later the professor lets class out a little earlier than usual. So, I walked slowly up to his desk and sniffled a little to get his attention. "Oh! Delilah, yes." I smiled at him and his grey hair. "I've noticed that you've been looking a little stressed lately, and I just wanted to make sure everything's okay." He's always been my favorite professor, and here's another reason why. My smile falls a little but I quickly say," Thank you for the concern, but I truly am okay. Thank you." But the truth is I'm really not okay. I do everything I can to keep a smile on my face but it's getting hard. His smile falters but he says," Are you sure? It's okay if you aren't." I simply reply with," Yes, I'm fine. I promise, but thanks again. I've got to go."

He smiles and answers with," Okay Ms.Wilson have a nice day." I nodded and walked out.

I headed straight for my car, not wanting to have any more social interactions today. I got in and started the engine when I realized I still had to go to the bank today. Apart of me just wants to tell Victoria that I had too much homework or that I wasn't feeling well, but I knew that'd be wrong. I pulled out of the parking lot and started the five minute drive to the bank.

I started playing The Beach by the neighborhood on the speakers. Screaming the lyrics as loud as I can while I'm driving a little too fast down the highway.
" I'm sick and I'm tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don't murder me
I hope I don't burden you"

I've always gotten too attached to certain songs, and I don't get why but music has always calmed me down in a way. I got pulled out of my trance as I parked in the bank parking lot. I started to go inside when I noticed a black van with very tinted windows parked a little down the road. I thought it was a little strange but walked inside anyways.

As soon as I walked inside I was hit with the cool air conditioning, cooling me down from the warm weather. My shoes make a little noise on the marble floor as I make my way over to get into line. I've always hated any kind of public situations since I was little, but I hate the quiet way more. The way all you can hear is your own thoughts that never shut up or the occasional click of a pen or tap of a foot.

I was startled out of my head when four men dressed in all black with their hoods up and bandannas tied so you can't see their noses or mouths. All you could see were their eyes. The one with blonde hair raises a gun and shoots at the ceiling," Everyone shut the fuck up and get down." I was surprised to hear the Irish voice that came out of his mouth. I was surrounded by all kinds of screaming and people trying to do what the man said. But I just stood there in shock, unable to move. I don't know how long I just stood there, but one of the men came up to me, gun in hand," Did you not hear him correctly. Get the fuck down." The thick British accent sent shivers down my spine and I could feel the tears starting to brim my eyes. I stumbled out a quick," Y-yeah so-orry." I sat down him still staring at me. Tears started falling from my eyes and a dark laugh left the man's mouth," Oi, boys we've got ourselves a crier. Should I just shoot her now or let her suffer." The man standing at the door looks as me and says," Mate, leave the poor girl alone. You've done enough." The green-eyed man responded with," Watch your mouth or you'll be the one bleeding out on the floor with a bullet hole in your head."

He looked back at me and I could have sworn he could see right through me like an open window. The tears could not stop at this point, but I was trying really hard to stop. And that was the first time I saw those piercing green eyes, but something told me it wouldn't be the last.

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Kinda short first chapter I know but what do you guys think. I've never done this before so if y'all don't like something please let me know. Next chapters in Harry's pov. Get ready