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THE GROUP set out to bury all the bodies of the fallen victims to the crash. They crowded around, arms crossed and some with their posture so weak that you'd think them barely alive. Everyone looked so tired that any onlookers would probably assume they'd be dead within a day.
The spirit that they once had on their way to nationals was crushed, pushed right down into their bodies by a large plane sized pressure.
Delilah felt horrible. Her shoulder was aching, and she had thrown off any chance of Misty wrapping her arm in a shitty handmade sling. She already felt useless, even more if she had her arm restricted physically.
Her hand was probably healing over the days, but how could she tell? Delilah refused to look underneath the bandages when Misty insisted she'd change them.
Delilah would turn her head away and, usually, chat to Lottie, who'd been hanging around her a lot.
It was a nice idea that Van had, to bury everyone, though Delilah was rather reluctant at this, her fists clenching at the idea of going back in that plane, walking past those seats, charred and half falling apart.
"I heard Rachel say she was going to see Oasis at the Meadowlands next month." Van spoke, her voice cracking a bit as they all looked down.
"She was so exited." Van sniffed. Delilah clenched her jaw, resisting the tears. She never was good with grief.
"And she's never gonna hear 'wonderwall' again." Van finished, practically breaking everyone's heart, thinking back to the girl that they'd never really talked to.
Delilah had no clue who Rachel was, sure she's seen her around, in practice obviously, but she normally kept to herself, always plugged in with headphones to her mixtapes, listening to music, but Delilah didn't know her, so it felt weird to stand there and feel sad for a person she'd never talked to.
It felt wrong, Rachel should've had people standing over her who loved her, who knew every detail about her. Not some girls who she was on a soccer team with, who never even sent her a second glance.
Delilah took a deep breath, shifting on her feet, her fingers itching to pull out the packet of cigarettes she'd stuffed in her back pocket. No one but Lottie knew that she had found her stash yet, but Delilah thought she'd keep it to herself.
She didn't need everyone knowing shit about her.
"Come on, let's join hands." Laura Lee spoke, stretching her arms out in the direction of Tai and Shauna, who stood by either sides of her. She looked around the circle, examining the dejected expressions of everyone there. "We'll pray for them."
