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DELILAH COULDN'T fathom her own mind, it's incessant ringing not coming to a stop

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DELILAH COULDN'T fathom her own mind, it's incessant ringing not coming to a stop. With the yells and shrieks behind her, it was difficult to stay focused on one thing at once at all.

At that moment however, she pressed her back to the tree bark behind her and dug her own fingernails into her curled up cardigan sleeves in her fist, a tight grip onto the last piece of clothing that was probably stopping her currently shaking body from sliding down the tree trunk and lying tragically on the floor.

She closed her eyes, burying her head down into her lap and not aiming to listen to anything but her own heart beating, attempting to block out the screams from traumatised others.

What Delilah failed to miss in her attempt was the shriek of her name in a very repetitive manner. The persons voice broke and it sounded as if they were desperate for her.

Delilah scrunched up her face, feeling someone's hand shaking her from her own mind. She tilted her head up with wide eyes, looking just as lost as Misty Quigley did at that moment.

Her bushy hair was pushed over her shoulders, and yet some still managed to burst from its restraint and fall right into Delilah's eye sigh directly, providing a staggered image of Misty's face.

"Delilah! Delilah- you took the Red Cross course didn't you?"

If it weren't for her voice being so aggravatingly recognisable, Delilah would've been left confused on who was speaking to her as if she was supposed to know what that meant. But of course, Misty was exactly that person, because why wouldn't she be.

"I- the babysitter one?" Delilah mumbled out, pulling her head from her hands and furrowing her eyebrows slowly, her voice slightly slurred as the effects of her pain in her shoulder and the blood loss from her hand were coming into play.

Misty nodded firmly. Delilah scoffed.

"Why does that matter?-"

She was cut off, Misty stood and pulled her up. By her arm. Her bad arm.

It seemed Delilah couldn't only have a weak stomach when a vodka cranberry (her favourite yet most threatening drink for herself) entered her stomach more than once at a party. It also appeared to apply to the stabbing pain from the sensation of having her shoulder popped out once again with a broken crack after Misty Quigley decides she is going to pull her up and push her to stand up just as quickly.

The bile rose quickly and landed upon Misty's sneakers, splattering about unpleasantly.

Misty's eyes widened and she looked around, her hands holding Delilah upright as the girl walked forward as if she were drunk and making unnecessary decisions.

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