Thoughts And Emotions

Chapter 2: Almost Losing My Mind

The next morning comes quick. I wake up to the blinding sun bleeding through my blinds. A shadow is present in the corner of my room. It was her. She came back to me. I can smell honey dew. That was the smell of her favorite perfume.

She begins walking towards me extending her hand. Her hand is nearly touching my face. I feel like just jumping out of my bed and hugging her until shes breathless.

The reflection of a passing car hits my eyes and blinds me for a second. I regain my vision only to see that Delilah isn't here. She was never here. Shes never coming back. It was to good to be true.

I tell my mother about my experience. She said that it was only a figment of my imagination. I thought otherwise, in fact, I felt her presence. Then again, he footsteps didn't make a sound. Maybe I'm starting to go crazy. Just maybe.

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I head to school, with the experience still fresh in my mind. Its made me smile a bit, something that doesn't happen much, or at all. My thoughts were interrupted by the smell of fresh baked Apple pie. Apple pie was my favorite. I wouldn't mind having a slice, with a glass of milk of course. My mom always pressured me about drinking milk to grow big and strong. "You got to drink milk in order to grow big and tall! You're too short." she would always say.

I see my school coming up into the distance, but something else caught my attention. I see her, in the back of an old pick up truck. She's reaching out to me, like she was doing in my room a while ago. With out thinking, I run after the truck. I knew doing this would make me late for class, but I didn't care. I ran and ran, until the truck finally stopped. Delilah falls back into the bed of the pick-up truck. I immediately jump in to pull her out... but of course... she's gone yet again. "What the hell is wrong with, kid. Why you chasing me for the past couple of blocks?" I don't know how to answer. What was I suppose to say? Sorry sir, I thought I saw my missing friend in the back of your truck? That would make me sound crazy for sure. Maybe I was crazy. Just maybe.