Melancholia.

Prologue

"I'm so busy trying to breath through the pain that I'm breathing through the pain of being with people, and that is no way to spend a life. Eventually, they'll just go away, because you will make them sad. That's something I've proven quite adept at doing over the years."

– Adam Duritz

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- P R O L O G U E -

The tensed atmosphere filled the whole room. Delilah happen to be having a little debate with her adoptive mother, who seems to be disagreeing about something. Delilah never actually accepted the kind and loving figure as her mother, though. Her being adopted wasn't about her, like at all. Not after what happened to her in the past, her secret that she never talked about. Not even to her adoptive mother.

"For the last time, Renai, I am not crazy!" Delilah say in an exclaming tone, crossing her arms on her chest, while drawing an awfully fed-up expression on her face. She took a deeper breath then uncross her arm, putting it onto a kitchen counter, "why do you always think that I am?"

"I never say that you are, you think psychiatrists are for crazy people only," her foster mother sighed. Delilah can't take Renai who seems to be believing that she has lost her mind anymore. She always say she's doing this for her good but it really is not the "good" for Delilah. Delilah's life doesn't get anything close to easier after her first appointment with Mrs. Orion, which is 2 years ago. "Please, I'm doing this because I love you!"

"No you don't." Delilah took another heavy breath then gave her adoptive mother a skeptical glare. She almost immediately made her way to the living room, not because she finally agree that she had lost her mind, it's because she's afraid she'll freak her younger step sister—Renai's daughter who is 6 years old—out, that seemed to be appearing from the way of her room. Renai also told her that this will be the last appointment she will be having.

She slammed her body on her pretty nice couch, glaring a "what" on Mrs. Orion. She know this manner isn't the best, but it's so hard to act like a lady when you're in the worst mood ever.

Delilah doesn't seemed to be interested about what Mrs. Orion had to say.

Mrs. Orion closed her book she use to record the answer to her questions for Delilah, putting it on the table. Mrs. Orion has finally stated that Delilah isn't crazy or has lost her marbles, but she said she still need some treatment about her mental, because it's getting more serious, "I think it's the best for you to stay in the St. Dymphna Dormitory. It's actually amazing that you have agreed to stay there, I'll take you there tomorrow at 8."

The words were enough to startle Delilah. She never agree to anything related to staying somewhere. Not St. Dymphna Dormitory, it's a dormitory for people with mental illnesses, as far that she knows. She rectify her sitting position and as she glared to where a sound of footsteps came from—the kitchen—she said looking at her mother, "I didn't."

"Silly Lyla, your signature is right here!" Mrs. Orion, showing some flyers with a winning expression.

Delilah took the flyers and read the words on it in rush, she stood up and gave Renai a deadly glare. She was really disappointed. She told her that this one would be the last appointment she will be having. She wasn't lying though.

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Author's Note:

Hello, people whose starting to read this book! That's so kind of you that you've read until this far, thank you!

This story is my own original idea, which I hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing this book. I'm not a professional in writing, I still speak broken English, but I really do hope that you're enjoying the story.

And if you're really do enjoying this book, I'm really thankful. A nice cup of vote would make my day twice or thrice better. Talk to me in the comments section if you want. I mean, only if you want, sending you no pressure, be free.

I hope you have an egg-celent day!
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