Thoughts And Emotions

Chapter 3: Open Wounds and False Hopes

I end up reaching school 45 minutes late. I was out of breathe and my legs were aching. I walk in and head to my first class.

It was nutrition, and I was alone as usual. I usually just go into the library and read. I noticed that school seems a lot emptier. Actually, its been like this for while, why did I just notice? I decide to ignore and head to the back of the library. I read a few pages until I noticed someone standing in front of me. Eager thinking it was Delilah again, I quickly out my book down. Surprisingly, it wasn't her, but another familiar face. Her name was Jessica. She was Delilah's best friend. She was a slim-waisted junior, who wore mainly band shirts and black pants. Her personality doesn't match her look at all, infact, she reminds me more of a prep. She was always energetic and loved girly dresses. Another thing, she has a major crush on me.

She puts her hand on my shoulder and slowly moves it up towards my hair. She starts playing with my hair. I would be lying if I said I didn't like her playing with my hair. She hasn't spoken a word to ever since I've notice her. I notice water dripping my ear. Another one lands on my face, near me mouth. I decided to taste it. It was salty, like sweat. I turn over to look at Jessica's arm, and noticed something that shocked me. She had open cuts on both her arms. I then connect the cuts on her arms and the dripping water; they were tears. But why would she be crying? I notice a commotion outside with blaring sirens and flashing lights. It was an ambulance carry a body into the back. I noticed the dark blonde hair, and by that time, I knew who it was. Delilah.

I dart towards the ambulance as fast as could. I reach the ambulance, begging the paramedics to open the back doors. The refused so I opened them anyways. Not surprised. She wasn't there. Why do I keep seeing her when she's not there? I turn back to look at Jessica, who's standing by the door of the library confused. She was no longer crying, nor did she have cuts on her arms. I ran up to her and hugged her telling her who I thought I saw. She began to cry in my arms. What happened to the bloody cuts and gashes on her arms? Why am I seeing Delilah everywhere I go? Why am I the only one who sees her?
I just want to go home. Home is where I belong.