Delilah's POV
I saw them. I saw Cole. I saw Luca. Chills ran down my spine, not the good kind either. The memory of them is fresh in my mind. Cheshire tugged me down the streets and towards home again, I followed in a haze. My breathing was ragged, all I could remember is them. Everything seemed to fade away, all the good times I had seemed to sleep away for a moment.
Leaving me in the cold, dark, unforgiving water. I had never felt I more alone or cold then I had then. "Ace?" I heard Blake's voice calling my name, but I was to far gone now. I dove down into the water, I didn't kick or claw uselessly at the water. Instead I drifted down, down, down into the dark abyss of the unknown.
And I liked it down there. Nobody could hurt me. No one would use me. I was happy.
I could hear shouts from above the water, I smiled to myself as the need for air burned through my lungs. I only smiled as I fell deeper into the dark and unforgiving water. And for once I welcomed the hands the latched onto my wrists and ankles keeping me down. But they didn't need to, I gave into the dark. I let it consume me.
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My vision was blurry, I reached around for my glasses. Someone handed them to me and I gratefully slipped them on. Once I could see clearly I blinked and looked at Cheshire, Blake,many Ryder who crowded around me with concerned faces. "What happened?" my voice was hoarse and my lips chapped and cracked.
"You don't remember?" Cheshire asked softly I shook my head. Big mistake. It felt like my brain was pounding against my skull, I winced and clutched my head softly. "You had a panic or anxiety attack" Black said softly while Ryder ran his fingers through my hair. That's when it all came back.
Cole. Luca. The water.
"Oh" I say softly and stared blankly at the ceiling, "we'll give you some space for a while, try and stay awake. You gave us a scare" Blake kissed my head as well as Ryder. Cheshire crouched beside me and whispered "don't give up yet" and left leaving me highly confused.
I kept myself awake by getting up and grabbing my guitar and singing Photograph by Ed Sheeran.
Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing
That I know
And when it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And times are forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing
That I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
Till our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
Well that's ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well that's ok baby only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home
I love this song, if I ever had the chance to get up on stage and perform this I'd do it with the right planning. I'd be sitting on a stool in my guitar, a mic in my face and by the guitar. Light bulbs dangling at different lengths all around me, not a single spot light on me. Just me.
A slide show would play in the background, of me, my friends, and a future lover. All the good times, none of the bad times. Those were not important. Only the good times. And people would just listen, hold their loved ones close, maybe cry a few tears. When I finished it would be silent, then people would clap and whistle for me. I would only sit there and smile at them.
A watery smile, because then I'd know I reached my goal. I moved people, I inspired them, I made their life's different. I'd left my mark on the world. No body would be afraid to let their true colors burst, they could finally be them without anyone giving them shit.
They could be happy, smiling and surrounded by people who truly care. Not people who put them down, but people that encourage them instead.
Hit with a brilliant idea I carefully set my guitar down and lunged for a spare journal. Grabbing my gel pen I scribbled down endlessly on pages. My elegant cursive on many pages of the book, I felt better writing my idea down. Knowing someday that it could be put to great use.
Even if I was still drowning the water, somewhere inside my mind there was a small part of me fighting the darkness.
But it was so small.
Like me.
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