All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

16: Delilah Simmons

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In a small apartment on the outskirts of London, England lived a girl. No older than 18.

She sat at her worn out kitchen table, tears streaming down her cheeks. On the table laid a letter, stained with cigarette burns and coffee. A letter from her mother.

My Dearest Delilah,

It pains me to do this, but I must leave. I need to figure out my meaning in life is. You might be upset and terrified, but know that this is for a best. I would think as my daughter you would support me with this. Just know I love you and I hope to see your precious face again soon.

Your darling mother,
Enid

Delilah crumpled up the paper in anger and threw it on the floor. She angrily wiped her tears away and stood up from her chair.

What was she to do now? Her mother had taken all the money and the money she stashed in her room. She scoffed and shook her head, "$735...and it's all gone."

Delilah couldn't support herself. All she had was overdue payment bills for the rent, a crappy part time job serving at a restaurant, and $20 to her name. How was she going to survive?

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Two weeks later she found herself sitting in front of a crap hole excuse for a bar, drinking her ass off. She had been laid off due to budget cuts at the restaurant.  There was truly nothing left for her on this god forsaken earth.

She stumbled down the street, mumbling and cackling deliriously.  I mean, who could blame her. Drinking seemed to be tne only solution for her at the moment.

She found herself on a bridge. Cars and trucks honked as she stumbled into the street. She made her way to the railing and looked down.

The water roared as it crashed against the bridge. Delilah sniffled, a single tear streaming down her left cheek, and took a swig of whatever drink she was able go buy with $10. "It's not fair," she mumbled, "IT'S NOT FAIR!"

Soon enough she was sobbing over the railing, the alcohol clouding her mind. She looked down at the water and watched her tears fall down and mixing with the waves. She sniffled once again and dropped the bottle on the floor. She climbed up on the railing and held on to a lamp post.

All she wanted was to get rid of this feeling of hopelessness in her heart. The feeling of hopelessness and fear. She wanted it all to go away. She sobbed harder as she looked down below at the bellowing waves. They crashed against the bridge, tbe waves rising and falling as if trying to grab something.

Trying to grab her.

Despite all the cars and the people in those cars speeding past Delilah, she was completely and utterly alone.

No one cared. No one would listen to her. No one would notice if she was gone. That's how she saw it.

"That might not be the greatest idea."

Delilah glanced behind her and saw a tall man, in a black overcoat and a black hat, standing there. "Did you hear me lil' lady? I suggest you get down from there."

She scoffed and turned back towards the water. "Just some American fool who thinks he knows what's best."

The man took a step closer, "Delilah, why don't you step down from the railing. You could fall."

She shook her head frantically, "I don't know who you are, but leave me the hell alone."

"Come on lil' lady. Jumping off this bridge will not solve anything."

She sobbed evne harder and shook her head. The man slowly walked behind her and gently held her arms.

"Delilah, come on. No need to die today." She slowly stepped down and buried her face in the man's chest. He gently wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back.

Sure she had no idea who this man was, but he cared. She could tell that much. He didn't have to stop. He didn't have to talk her off that railing.

He seemed to genuinely cared. Something Delilah desperately needed.

For someone to care.

She lifted her head and looked up at him, "W-Who are you?"

The man smiled, "Friends call me Crosby..."
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LET ME KNOW WHY I HAD SCHOOL TODAY AND I GOT LIKE 2 FEET OF SNOW.

I'm so done.

Hoped you all liked this chapter. It was kind of a little back story of Delilah, if you didn't realize it by now.

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