In Love With Death's Daughter

Spaced Out

        I open my eyes hesitantly, silently cursing the sunlight for having arrived. Today's an eventful day. Graduation. Not only  that, though. Today, I get to know whether or not I'm going to be the next Grim Reaper. Taking my eyes off the ceiling seems  impossible. My stomach can't seem to agree. Instead, I just stare straight up at my white ceiling, trying to stamp out the  overwhelming feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Just turn your head. I will myself, Turn you head to the side, and you'll  know. You have to look sooner or later.

        In the next moment, I force myself to look, and learn my future. In the next moment, tears start forming in my eyes. In  the next moment, I see it. The sign that I had never wanted to see. Just hanging there, in my closet. Who knew a simple dark  cloak could be so horrible, could ruin someone's life, just by being in a closet?

        "Delilah?" Someone calls me, but I'm stuck, staring. "Delilah?!"

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          "Delilah, are you okay?!" I tune back into the world with a start. Lucas and Kathy are staring at me, extremely worried, their eyes wide.

        "Huh? Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, daydreaming, I guess." I stammer to explain, but they still stare.

        "You're crying." Kathy says, and I quickly wipe at my eyes. Yep. My cheeks are definitely wet.

        "Oh," I say, "Weird."

        "Delilah, what's wrong?" Lucas asks, putting his hands over mine, and making me look at him.         "N-Nothing. I'm fine. Just spaced out a bit, that's all."

        "You've been doing that a lot lately, and I'm-- we're worried about you." Kathy says, and I stare down at Lucas and I's hands. "I'm fine guys." I whisper, and can practically feel Lucas and Kathy shaking their heads sadly as they mutter their 'Yeah' s.

          Thankfully, I'm saved from further awkwardness when the bell rings. Half a day left, then I get to stay up all night, tossing  and turning. Fun.

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          The last bell. Finally. I quickly gather my things, and rush out the door. But, of course, my speed, well, wasn't speedy enough. I mentally curse as I crash into flesh, nearly bringing both of us to the ground.

        "H-Hey Lucas." I stammer, trying to control the emotions rushing through me.

        How did he get here so fast? Why does he have to be here? I just wanna go home and cry. He needs to move. His shirt really makes his eyes pop. I want to kiss him, but I want to slap him. My gosh I'm not even hormonal, I'm just having and over-emotional day. This sucks.

        Lucas just chuckles at me, and I feel myself blushing. Why was I in such a hurry? Oh right. Getting out of here.

        "Where are you in such a rush to get to?" He asks, and my mind blanks again.

        "Uh um uh.." I stammer, then I remember again, "Home. I need to go home." I say, but his mischievous smile stays, and I start growing suspicious.

        "I'm giving you a ride home. I asked your parents and they said it would be okay. I just wanted to spend a bit more time before the big day tomorrow. Graduation, you know. No big deal." Lucas tells me, and I'm sure my face would go white if it weren't already ghostly. Lucas has something planned, and there's officially no way to get out of it. Maybe I just wanted to make up for eighteen years of not worrying in one night, and probably pull all my hair out. Oh, don't forget dehydrate myself. Twice. But no, I have to worry in front of people. But not just 'People'. Lucas. I know, he's seen me worry about him almost dying, and he's also seen me worry about other things, but this is worse. Only slightly worse than worrying about whether he'd survive the accident, but still, worse.

          I might wake up tomorrow and have my life ruined for gosh sakes!! And if that happens, then I won't be allowed to talk to really anyone other than my family for months, not that I'd want to. I mean, it's not like I'd be able to be like 'Hey guys! I'm going to be the next freaking grim reaper how are you?'. Because, obviously I've always said that my dad helps people, that I'm kinda proud, not ashamed at all. But then he almost had to take someone away from me. Since then, it's been a really touchy subject.  My dad doesn't just signify freedom, he also represents the end. Once he's told to get to you, and he does, that's it. You're done. I guess I realized that when Lucas was hanging on by a thread, relying only on his own strength, and what the doctors could try to do to help him. I realized it when I had those nightmares. When I kind of experienced what it might be like for Lucas to--

          "Earth to Delilah?" Lucas asks, snapping me out of my mental rant.

        "Huh? Sorry, I guess I spaced out there.." I stammer, and start to make my way to my locker, but Lucas takes my arm, and pulls me back.

        "I never said I was done talking to you. Not that you would know. I was telling you that I'm taking you out. I'm not going  to lie. You won't be getting home for quite a while." Lucas says, and I groan.

        "Hey, none of that, missy," He scolds, "Anyways. We are going bowling!"  I let out a small laugh at the extra cheeriness Lucas adds, trying to get me to act excited about this, but I'm not. The dreadful feeling in my gut won't let me.

        "Okay." I say, trying not to sound too unimpressed.

        "Okay. Now we can go to your locker. I have everything I need. But make it quick, okay?"

        "What's your rush?" I tease, walking as slow as possible. Lucas groans.

        "Just go faster!" He yells, dragging out the 'er', and gently urging (pushing) me forward with one hand. I just laugh, and try not to  fall over.

          When we finally reach my locker, I'm almost out of breath, and Lucas is looking smug as ever.

        "Apologize." I say, crossing my arms and staring at him, my back leaning on my locker.

        "Now why would I do that?" He asks, still smirking.

       "Because you made me run." I complain, and stick my tongue out at him.

        "Oh, boo hoo." He teases, and I pout.

        "Say you're sorry, pwease?" I ask, stepping right in front of him, and looking up at his beautiful hazel eyes. My best puppy  face slowly starting to wear off at his smugness, and his eyes soften a bit.

        Suddenly, Lucas regains his mischievous smile, and kisses me. Soft and slow, his hand rested comfortably on my jaw. My eyes shut automatically, and my arms uncross. My hand takes his free one, and after a moment, he pulls away. My eyelids flutter back open softly, to see him looking at me with the warm eyes I fell in love with. He closes the small gap between us, and leans so his mouth is next to my ear.

        "Not saying sorry." He whispers, and I just shake my head in annoyance at him. Well, not really annoyance. Not really. More just amusement, because I can't really be annoyed that he has such efficient tactics.

        "Why does that work every time..." I mutter, turning to my locker and grabbing my backpack. Everything that was in my locker all year has been either already brought home, or stuffed in my backpack. It's weird seeing my locker empty. Bare, with no pictures, or stickers. I smile sadly, and close it for the last time.

        "It works every time, because I know how you always get distraced when I do that. Because I know you." Lucas explains  after having given me a moment to say goodbye to my locker, in a way. I just smile, and kiss him on the cheek.

        "Whatever." I mutter, smiling, and Lucas takes my hand, leading me to his car.

        Bowling. Maybe this won't be so bad. Moping doesn't sound very fun to me anymore, and that dreadful feeling I had is starting to ebb away. See, this is why I love being with Lucas. He can just make me forget the crappy things when I need to. So, bowling.