In our shadows we hide. | Rafe Cameron Ff

Lost.

Delilah
I feel empty as I look in the mirror, dried water splashes all over it. I feel the heavy heart I thought I left behind creeping in again, I  felt better for a while but eventually it comes around again. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes as I try to collect my thoughts once again. The feeling of loneliness doesn't belong to this party. It doesn't belong in my life.

I hear the music blasting outside the bathroom door, as well as people talking and laughing. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on the door, Sarah's voice appears a bit muffled "Delilah you okay?" , my best friend asks. I take one last deep breath as I let my hand slide from the doorknob to the key, unlocking the door. "Yeah, I'm alright S." I say, as I let the door swing open, giving her my most convincing smile, "Really? You've been in there for ages" Sarah asks eyeing me up and down. I chuckle, nodding my head "Really S, I'm alright just got a bit tipsy." , liar. I feel my heart beating wild in my chest, this night was a lot of socializing and trying to be just nearly as extroverted as Sarah naturally is and I already feel exhausted. "Shots?" I ask Sarah as we make our way into the crowd again, "Finally!" Sarah shouts over the music as we get down, we make our way to get some shots as I feel a stare behind me, which feels like it's burning a whole in my neck. I turn my head slightly to the right, then I see him. Rafe.

I catch myself looking back at him, god I hate him. Rafe and I never got along. Since I'm friends with Sarah, which is practically since our first school year, we've been inseparable. This whole time Rafe and I  always had arguments and stupid fights. Since  2 years ago, where he told me I deserved that my dad passed due to cancer, we've pretty much ignored each other. It still stings when I think back to this day.

"You can't just keep coming home completely wasted and high Rafe! Especially not today!" I shout, it's the third time in this week Rafe comes home like that. "Just let it be Grace. I'm not in the mood for this now." , Rafe mutters. I look at him in disbelief, "Do you even know what day it is today? We both know that I don't think the highest about you, but I didn't think you'd forget Sarah's birthday." , I breath out, trying to collect my rising anger. I see his face drop for a split second, then, his unreadable expression is plastered all over his face again, that's when I loose it, "You're unbelievable Rafe. That is absolutely disgusting!" I shout, I know how much this hurts Sarah. "What do you want to hear Delilah? I messed up, but I don't see why you should care. You're just Sarah's stupid best friend, you can't tell me shit", his voice raises as well. "Well it seems like "Sarah's stupid best friend" is more like a sibling to her than her actual brother! You could've just stayed sober, only for today.", I shout back. "You don't know shit Delilah!" He shouts, his voice getting angrier, "I think I understand why your father died, I couldn't got better with a daughter like that either." he shouts. In that second my heart stops for what feels like a lifetime. Everything stops, I look up to him, I try to collect my thoughts, he's high, he's drunk and he can't think straight right now. Just don't cry Delilah, but I do. I look up to him, tears starting to form in my eyes, "I hate you", I whisper as my voice breaks.

That day I felt like crap, still I tried to make the best out of it, it was Sarah's 15th birthday and I wanted to see her happy. But it still stings, till this day.

After all, I can say that he hates me, I hate him. He's a drug addict who sleeps with half the island and if I were asked personally I'd say he has a big ego problem. I've seen more girls creeping out of his room the last two years ago than I've seen himself around in the house. He truly is a man whore. And an asshole on top. I roll my eyes as he looks at me with a death stare, of course a breathtaking brunette sits on his lap, giggling at something he jut whispered in her ear. One thing I noticed is that he definitely has a type. Always brunettes with dark eyes, the absolute opposite of me, it's like a pattern he strictly follows. I catch myself looking way too long at them, giving him an annoyed look, as i follow Sarah to finally get our shots.