I'm the real delirious

Lashing out on the gang + Visiting

Once everyone got home from adventuring they all looked at me. "Hanna why are you still wearing the mask? We all know what you look like." Lui stated. Luke's eyes went wide. He pulled Lui back. Probably saying never question why I wear my mask. Luke made that mistake before. I chuckled and turned to look at them.

"Lui I'm a mess. You may never even realize how fucked up I am. Outside and inside. Mostly in the head." I chuckled again at my little comment because I am Delirious after all.

"So Lui you don't even know half of my story. All you guys know is what I fucking look like, where I live, my age, my name, my friends names, and where my friends live. Just the damn basic information. No one knows what the real me is. The one person that did is dead now. And it's all my God damn fault!!!" I yelled.

I cried. Luke saw that. He went wide eyed. He knew I only cried when I'm broken and truly down. I started to shake. I wiped my tears away. I take my mask off and wipe my eyes harder. I started to sob. I looked at the guys. I ran up to my room and jumped into my bed. My face in the pillows. I sniffled.

I soon sat up and walked out of the room and went to my recording room. I turned on the camera. I didn't do a intro or anything. I picked up my guitar and started to sing Whiskey Lullaby by Braid Paisley and Alison Krauss

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

[1st Chorus]
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

[2nd Chorus]
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

I was crying by the end. I turned off the camera. I wiped my tears away. I walked out of the room and down stairs and into the living room. I was still sulking. Everyone looked at me and they looked scared. I sighed. "I'm going out for a bit." I barely whispered.

Luke looked confused but then realization hit him and he nodded. He remembered that it's Memorial Day and I was going to my dads grave. I nodded back to him. I quickly ran upstairs and changed into some ripped skinny jeans, combat boots, a sleeveless army shirt and a green camo shirt to go over it, also my mask.

I sighed and ran back down the stairs snatched up my keys and got in the BMW. I drove to the cemetery to see my dad. When I got to his grave I fell on my knees and started to sob.

I was there for what felt like hours till someone came up to me and pushed me into the dirt. I looked up and saw it was my mother. She gave me a nasty look and scoffed. "You still wear that ugly thing. You know he never loved you. So give up on him. He wouldn't even want you here in the first place." She sneered. I shook my head and looked up at her. I started to chuckle.

"You are wrong you fucking witch. He hated your sorry ass. He only fucking stayed to make sure his favorite child didn't get killed." I said. She gave me a dirty look.

"But his favorite was never hurt unless you hurt her you bitch!!!" She yelled and slapped me. My head jerked to the side. I started to laugh like a mad man.

"du träffar som en tik!" I yelled at her. She gave me a confused look. I laughed again. "Speak English you dumb brat!" She yelled.

"Hur är jag en dum brat om jag fick aldrig något utan att arbeta för det och hur är jag dum om jag kan tala svenska?" I yelled at her. He face went red and she slapped me again.

"Still you hit like a puta!" She understood that. She then punched me I the mouth. I took my mask off and spit out blood.

"knulla denna im kommer hem du dum tik" I said raising my hands in the air walking over to my car. She snickered.

"That's what I thought ya bitch." I turned around. I picked up a rock and threw it at her head. It hit her head perfectly and it knocked her out. I chuckled and went home.

Once I got home I went up to my bathroom. I tended to my busted lip and my swelling cheek. I rolled my eyes. She could harm my face and hurt me all she wanted but I never felt the pain. I chuckled.

I sighed soon after. I took a towel and washed off my face. I walked down the stairs and went into the fridge to get an ice pack. I then walked to the living room and everyone turned to look at me. I sat on the couch next to Evan and I laid into his side. "What happened to your face Del?" Evan asked. I looked into his eyes.

"That's a story for another time." Soon I started to get sleep. I ended up passing out on Evans side.

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Ello so you know here's the translations if you need them. All the argument on Hanna's side was in Swedish and that one tinny part Spanish.

knulla denna im kommer hem du dum tik (Swedish)- fuck this im going home you stupid bitch

Puta (Spanish)- Bitch

Hur är jag en dum brat om jag fick aldrig något utan att arbeta för det och hur är jag dum om jag kan tala svenska (Swedish)- How am I a stupid brat if I never got anything without working for it and how I'm stupid if I can speak Swedish

du träffar som en tik (Swedish)- You hit like a bitch.