When the sky cries with me

2

"I'm sorry Mr.s Peyton, but I have to take my little girl to the hospital now so if you could just leave the cookies on the table and come outside with us, that'd be great." Aunt Serene said, passive aggressively,
"Of course, and Delilah, I truly am sorry, I hope your injuries heal quickly," Mrs. Peyton smiled softly at me, I was taken aback, but I soon saw the fear of my Aunt in her eyes. Aunt Serene hoisted me into her pickup truck and drove off quickly,
"Those damned kids," she uttered, "they can go to hell," I heard the intent in her voice, it worried me,
"Auntie, we're still young, I'm sure they won't do it again, and even if they do it doesn't matter," I smiled, trying to calm her down,
"Delilah, I don't care how young you kids are, assult is a crime, and sure as hell if they do try this shit again they'll be meeting my shot gun for Christ's sake!" She said, slamming her brakes in front of the hospital door,
"Auntie, that's also a crime," I sighed, threatening minors with a shotgun is definitely a crime, right?
"C'mon, let's get you to doctor Sanderson," she huffed as she tugged me into the small hospital. It was more of a minute-clinic. I caught a glimpse of my Aunt in the light as we walked, she really was beautiful. Her fairly tanned skin matched her light brown hair perfectly and her vibrant honey brown eyes were truly beautiful. Everything about my Aunt screamed elegance, unlike me. I was snapped back into reality when I was suddenly shoved onto a hospital bed,
"The doctor will be with you soon," a nurse, Miss Penny Willowy, smiled at us with deep hatred in her eyes,
"Please hurry, my baby's injured pretty badly," Aunt Serene said, nervously,
"Auntie, I'll be sixteen in a few months, I'm not a baby anymore," I smiled at her, she didn't seem to buy it,
"You'll always be a baby to me," she smiled a small, but earnest, smile, "I love you, I just don't wanna see you get hurt anymore than you already have been," she looked away from me, "to hell with those kids," she said through gritted teeth,
"Alright, Miss Alvarez, how's Delilah holding up?" Doctor Sanderson said, barging in rudely,
"She's been beaten with a bat! You tell me!" Auntie rose her voice, and then calmed back down after remembering our last hospital visits,
"I see, we'll have her checked for internal bleeding and such, other than that I'm not sure-" he stopped short after looking at me,
"Delilah," Auntie put a hand over her mouth. I knew what was happening, I could feel the blood. I had stitches sewn from my last run in with those two bullies. This time, they beat me till my stitches popped out. I just sat there, I didn't move, I didn't change my facial expression at all. They had the nurse stitch me back up, of course she made it painful on purpose, and gave me some sort of ointment to help the other cuts I had. I sat, with the same face through the entire thing. I didn't want them to see the pain I was in, no, that was the last thing I wanted. When we left the hospital and went home, there was commotion amongst the neighborhood, I could feel their eyes as Auntie guided me inside the house. Did they see them? The redone stitches, the bruises, the sprained ankles? Did they see how far they went? Did they even feel a little bad? No, I know they didn't, they loved this. Auntie sat me at the table in our small kitchen and placed the plate of cookies in front of both of us before sitting down across from me,
"Let me try one first," she said,
"Why?" I asked,
"The bitch probably poisoned it," she snapped and I shook my head,
"That's a crime,"
"So is assault, what those damned kids did to you today," her voice sounded foreign when she cussed,
"I'm sure they wouldn't go as far as to murder me," I said, meekly,
"But food poisoning isn't exactly murder, Delilah, you can survive poison," she said smiling at me, "worse case scenario we go back to the hospital tonight," she laughed as she took a bite. We waited for a bit, then she smiled, "all good, a little salty though, you can try one now," she said, pushing me the plate. I loved sweets, the flavors of such tasty foods seemed to color my gray world. I didn't like bitter things because they only worsened my monochrome life, and they tasted like shit. I ate the salty cookies with a smile. We laughed together and played board games, the cookies were our dinner that night. Neither of us felt like cooking, and leaving the house was always difficult, so we just ate what we had, salty cookies,
"Alright Ilah," my nickname sounded so sweet, "I'm going to bed, you should too, get some rest baby," she said, kissing my forehead before walking up the narrow steps of our house,
"Night Auntie," I called after her,
"Good night, my sweet," she smiled. I cleaned up the mess we made and went up the stairs to my room. You'd think my room would be dark and depressing, like my life, but I actually decorated it in a normal way. Pink bedding blended well with white accents like my dresser and lights strung up in various places. My room was in the attic, curtesy of Auntie. She saw how much I loved being in the attic, ever since I was little, and asked if I wanted to stay up there. I agreed, I loved the attic. The one big window that my bed was against was large enough to fill the whole room with light. I didn't mind the cold because of the heat of my bedding. And the best part, I could easily hear the rain.