The sky, previously a bright, vibrant azure, is now streaked through with differing shades of pink and orange, purple and red. The colours are soft, beautiful – I could look at them forever. But, of course, sunset doesn't last very long, and soon my pretty colours are gone, and have been replaced by the deep, mysterious indigo of the night sky.
The moon is full, and bright, pearly white. It hangs in the sky, looking so close, yet so far, and casting its silvery light upon the earth. Surrounding the moon is an array of glittering stars. I see the Southern Cross constellation among them.
It is amazing that I see all of this, considering the fact that I am looking through the tiny, eight inch thick glass window of the plane. Missy sits in the seat beside me, looking straight ahead, her face expressionless.
A hostess walks by, and I call out to her. She walks over; adapting the pleasant, polite face I have seen many times, when a person is talking to a customer.
“Is there anything that I can do for you, sir?” she asks politely.
“When will we be arriving?” I ask her.
“We will be touching down in the Las Vegas airport in approximately two hours,” she tells me.
“Thank you,” I say. She nods, before walking off back down the aisle.
I shrug, and lean my head against the back of my seat, and close my eyes.
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Almost the exact moment I close my eyes, I open them to a different world. It is daytime, the sun warming the back of my neck, and I am standing on someone’s grassy front lawn. I look up at the house and recognise it immediately – it is Delilah’s house. I know that this will be another message, so I race into the house and find myself in her lounge room.
Her parents sit on the couches with cups of coffee in their hands. They do not look up as I come rushing in, because, of course, this is a dream.
I ignore the emotional pain this is causing me, and sprint up the stairs at the other end of the room, and soon find myself on the second landing. All of the doors are open, except for Delilah’s bedroom, which is only slightly ajar. I push it open, and find Delilah sitting on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands. I walk over and sit next to her, and she looks up.
Her long hair is loose, falling down her back in waves. She looks so delicate, with her tiny nose and big green eyes, framed with dark lashes. Little droplets cling to them now, and I reach out and feel the wetness on her cheeks.
“I’m coming to get you,” I whisper to her. “I promise.”
But she shakes her head.
“You’re going to be too late, Sam.” Her voice breaks my heart. It is so sad.
“I won’t!” I tell her, my eyes starting to swim in tears as well. “I will be there!”
Once again, she shakes her head.
“I love you, Sam.”
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I wake up crying. Most of the people on the plane are asleep or watching movies anyway – but of course, Missy notices. However she doesn't ask what is the matter here; just puts her arms around me for a fleeting moment, and then asks a hostess to go and make me a cup of hot tea.
The plane lands not long after I finish my tea – I wasn’t asleep for long – and we make it through the airport and into a taxi before midnight. In fact, it is exactly midnight when we arrive at the Sphinx Hotel.
We stop in the lobby when my body suddenly decides to chuck up the contents of my stomach all over the floor. Too much pressure, I guess. My brain probably couldn’t handle having so many jobs – what with the dream I just had – so it decided to not process food. Whatever. I really couldn’t care less if my stomach is empty or not.
Missy takes me to the lobby bathroom to help clean myself up. She ends up sitting on a toilet seat and me on one of the sinks while I tell her about my dream.
“We can’t just give up!” she says indignantly. “Not after all we’ve done already! We have come too far to stop now.”
“I know!” I tell her. “I wasn’t saying we should give up. But I’m scared. What will we find at the end of all this?”
“We will win,” says Missy. “The good guys always win.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “So, with that decision made, how are we going to get back into the Vegas HQ? That’s going to be extremely hard. I’ll bet you any money that they have doubled up their security, after we got in twice.”
Missy nods. “I’m not sure,” is all she says.
At that moment, a woman walks into the bathroom. She looks very surprised to see us there.
We quickly walk out, and head for the elevator. We are silent as we rise up to the fifth floor.
Missy takes her keys out of her pocket as the elevator opens, and approaches the door to her home. The she frowns.
“Sam, I locked this door, didn’t I?” she asks me.
“Yes.” I distinctly remember it. I don't see what her problem is until I notice that the door is slightly open.
“Maybe the guy in the brown suit was in here for something,” I say.
Missy brightens slightly at the suggestion, but doesn't look completely appeased.
“Okay,” she says.
We push the door open and walk into the dark, silent apartment. Everything seems very still. We walk down the short hallway, and I reach for the light switch when-
“Get them!”
The cry sounded from the left corner of the lounge room, and suddenly we are under attack. We should have been more precautious. I have absolutely no time to think because suddenly, at least two men are on top of me, forcing me to the ground. They are extremely strong. I can hear the same thing happening to Missy not far away. Apparently these men are too strong for her. I hear her cries, and her attempts to get them off her, but it seems that even Missy can’t fight her way out of this one.
“Knock them, out,” a sharp voice orders. “Then take them to headquarters.”
How ironic. We were just discussing how we were going to get into that building – and now we are being taken straight there.
A fierce blow hits the side of my head, and I black out.
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Dear Delilah West
Teen Fiction'Dear Delilah West, Why? Why would you do that? Why would you take your own life?' Sam, a sixteen year old boy, desperately in love, falls into a deep depression when his soulmate Delilah commits suicide. He cannot imagine what drove her to do it. B...
