In Love With Death's Daughter

Don't Need Luck...

        I stare out the window, not seeing anything. Just watching colors. My head is a jumble of words and sounds, so mixed up it has blended to some form of confused static. So, I stare out the window, with tear-blocked eyes, at all the blurred colors zooming past.

        After a long time of silence, I speak up.

        "Promise it, dad." I say, not turning my gaze from the window.

        "Promise what?" He asks. From the sound of his voice, I can tell he's feeling a bit dazed about all this.

        "Promise me you'll ignore that yellow post-it in your pocket." I wipe my eyes, and finally turn to him, staring him down, as best as I can, looking the way I do now.

        "I can't." He says, not turning his gaze, except to shake his head.

        "You have no choice. You can't release the soul of someone who is going to keep on living. That's murder." I shudder, putting emphasis on 'Murder', to try and get my point across.

        "Del, he's going to--" 

        "He will NOT." I snap, interrupting him. He doesn't say a word as he pulls into the hospital parking lot.

        As soon as the car is in park, I leap out, and rush into the lobby. Right away, I notice Kathy, worry and sadness written all over her white, tear-streaked face.

        I say her name as I rush toward her, and when she looks up and notices me, she stands to meet me halfway.

        "You didn't even ask. But you knew. How did you know to come he--" She says, then suddenly stops herself. "God no.. W-What's he doing here?" She asks, her voice full of despair, hopelessness. I unsuccessfully try to fight off another wave of tears.

        "He's not.. He... He promised.." I sigh, my mind still so jumbled, I'm not even sure of who I'm talking about anymore. Lucas, who's not going to die, who promised he'd be careful, or dad, who won't release Lucas' soul, who basically promised he won't.

        "Delilah... Your dad isn't here.. F-for his j-job, right?" She asks, and I cry harder. The sobs shake my entire body, until I just feel numb again.

        "He's supposed to. He.. He won't do it. I won't let him. Lucas is.. Lucas is going to be fine. You'll see." I turn to my dad. "He'll be fine. You'll see." I insist, and he just lowers his head, and I turn back to Kathy, and we just hold each other, for comfort. To know that we're not alone.

        After a while of just standing there in the lobby, hugging and crying, Kathy suggests we sit down.

        "W-Where is he now?" I ask, taking a seat between Kathy and my dad.

        "He's in surgery. It was bad, Delilah. It was really bad."

        "Are.. Are you okay to tell me what happened? I think I'm ready to know now." I say, and put my hand over hers.

        "If you're sure," She says, and I nod, "Well, after you left, Lucas was so distracted, and out of it. We went back into the dance, and I tried to cheer him up, distract him. We had to tell Levi that things are weird for you, and your dad is really overprotective, and he seemed to fall for it. Then he got picked up, like, ten minutes after you left." The time it took me to get home. Ten minutes. "A-After that... Lucas said we should leave the d-dance. I asked to stay, just five more minutes." The time between getting home and going downstairs to talk to dad. "H-He agreed, and five minutes, and we were walking home. W-We leave kinda close by, I-I was going to drive him. Lucas walked r-real slow, across the l-lot. It took us five minutes to cross the p-parking lot," Waiting for Dad to calm down after having caught Aren trying to talk to him, "B-But bef-fore he actually got i-in, there.. there was a car. A t-truck, act-tually," Kathy pauses, to try to calm herself before she got too worked up, "I-It came fas-st. Lucas... He got st-startled, or s-something. He slipped. He st-stumbled right into the truck's p-path." Kathy struggles to speak through her sobs, and I just watch her through the tears blurring my vision.