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The Beggining

Hi it's me the author I'm new at writing so please forgive any mistakes I make while writing this story and I hope you enjoy. Also the picture above I found on google.
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My name is Delilah and this is the story of how my life changed forever.

   I was coming back from school when I heard a scream and next thing I know there was a pickup truck in front of me.

I couldn't see anything but I heard screaming and an ambulance. It was like I was awake but I couldn't talk or move.

I felt tired really tired, I finally let sleep win. I woke up in a hospital bed all alone, I had a nightgown on and I could see my uniform on a sofa chair. A nurse came in

"Where are my parents"
"They are on their way sweetheart"

It took them about four hours to get there. My parents were at the hospital for an hour and then they left for work.

After a week of me in the hospital the nurse told me I could walk around the hospital (my parents hadn't visited me in that week that I was there).

I didn't really mind they were never around much and when they were they would just scream at me.

For instance whenever my dad didn't work I wasn't allowed to leave my room for anything not to eat or use the bathroom, I had to stay or else my dad would just grab my wrist throw me on the floor start screaming at me or just hit me.

After doing nothing in my hospital room I wandered into an odd looking room full of drawings and sketches all over the walls and some on the furniture.

Then I noticed a boy leaning over a table full of papers and pencils.

He was tall and skinny, he seemed about 15 or 16, he had ear length dark red hair and freckles that spread from cheek to cheek.

He also had big brown eyes with bags right under them like he hadn't slept in awhile.

I couldn't help but gawk at his work. After a bit the boy finally looked up.

He starred wide eyed at me, just staring. I asked him his name, he didn't say it he just stared at me for a while.

"Alex, What's your name, how old are you what are you doing in my room"
"My names Delilah, I'm 15 I kinda just wandered in, how old are you"
" I'm 15, you like my work"
"You drew all of these yourself"

When I had first walked in I didn't really notice how good they were and how much detail was in every drawing.

I told him they were beautiful. Just then the nurse came in.

"Where have you been Delilah I've been looking for you everywhere you have to go back to your room NOW "   I didn't want to leave, I wanted to keep talking to him.

After that I kept going back to his room every chance I got, sometimes to talk other times to just watch him draw, we would just hang out.

He was a really good artist. He was really nice, and funny a bit shy.

At the time I didn't know what meeting him would lead to my demise and the secrets ahead.