Walkers, Three Mermaids, Two Singers, and a Sheriff's Son

Chapter 12: Shit happens

Delilah's POV

I left Noelle's cell and went to go find Rick. I found him in the cafeteria, talking to Carl. " Rick, I need to talk to you." I said. "What is it, Delilah?" Rick asked, putting his hands on his hips. "I need to talk to you about what happened earlier." "Okay. What about earlier?" "I was the one who had the idea to go outside of the prison. It was my fault. I convinced Noelle and everybody else that it was a good idea." I said, looking anywhere but at him. "Delilah... I'm very disappointed in you. You are not to leave your cell. You are to give me your weapons. And I think that you're a bad role model for my son. You are not aloud to hang out with him until I say so." "You're right. I'm probably not. And you have every right to be mad. Here." I handed him my weapon. "I just want you to know that if you knew what I went through, then you would understand why I act this way." I said and walked to the cell that belongs to Carl and I. It won't belong to both us for long, though. One of us will have to go to a different cell. When I was in the cell, I took out my guitar and sang "Good To You" by Marianas Trench. "And now I do want you to know, I hold you up above everyone.And now I do want you to know, I think you'd be good to me. And I'd be so good to you, I'd be good to you. I'd be so good to you, I'd be good to you. I'd be so good to you." I finished as a tear rolled down my face. "That was really beautiful." Carl said while standing in the cell doorway, scaring me to death. "You scared me to death!" I said and laughed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." He mumbled, laughing a bit. "It's fine. So, what are you doing in here? I thought you weren't aloud to be around me?" I asked curiously. "Pfft. Rules are for the weak. I don't follow the rules. Especially stupid ones. I don't have time for that." He replied. "Your dad will kill you." "I don't really give a shit. He can't keep me away from you. If I don't break this rule, then he's already killing me without laying a hand on me. You're what keeps me living and breathing, Delilah. So he can't keep me away from you. He can't." I smiled uncontrollably and kissed him. "Del- Um... Well, this is awkward. I wanted to talk. Not almost experience you two making babies..." "Every fucking time..." I sighed. "What do you need?" I asked. "Sorry. I just wanted to talk. I didn't know that I would witness you two sucking each others faces off... I'm glad that I came in here, because if I didn't come in here soon enough... Then who knows what would've happened. All I can say is, Carl keep it in your pants. Delilah, don't lose your virginity just yet. I don't want any little Delilah's or Carl's running around just yet. It's too soon." I glared at her before replying. "That wasn't going to happen, Noelle. Not yet anyway. We're too young... So, whats up?" I asked curiously. Normally she's asleep by now. "Sure it wasn't. Anyway... Could you have Carl leave? I want to talk to you. Alone. Sorry Carl. This bitch is mine now. You can have her again soon. But I need to talk to her. Don't worry. She still loves you." "You can come back as soon as she leaves. I promise. Don't let your dad see you. I don't want you to get killed." I told Carl. He pecked my lips and left the cell. Noelle looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows. "Don't lie to me. You wanted way more than a kiss, didn't you? I can see it in your eyes, Li." "Well, you're wrong. I'm only 15. We're too young. And I want to take it slow. And I don't think Carl wants to rush anything either." "Sure." Noelle giggled. "You're so dirty minded, El. Now what did you want?" "I know I am. But you love me anyway. And I couldn't sleep, so I came to talk to you." She replied. "Oh. Well, why can't you sleep?" "Because... I feel guilty." She replied, looking at the ground. "For what...?" "I don't know if I should tell you." "El, just tell me. You can tell me anything. You know that." "I know. But, I feel like such a fucking hypocrite." "Why? Just tell me." She slowly pulled up her sleeves to reveal at least 5 or more scars. I gasped. "Noelle, why did you do this?" I looked up at her. "When we had that fight, I felt like you hated me. And then I was mad and blamed Carl for it. And so I thought that he hated me too. And then Siren and Liam died. And I just miss them. I blame myself for Siren's death. I should've watched her more. I shouldn't have gotten her those bow and arrows. And because Siren died, Liam died too. And since I blame myself for Siren dying, I blame myself for Liam's death too. And Harry keeps shutting me out. He won't talk to me. He won't even look at me. All he does is just lay in his bed and stare at the wall. I feel like he hates me now. It's like, when Liam died, a part of Harry went with him. And I blame myself for that too. And so it caused me to do this. I feel like everyone would be happier if I were gone. Like everything would be better." "Noelle, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. Carl doesn't hate you either. And don't blame Siren's and Liam's death on yourself. It wasn't your fault. There wasn't anything that you could do. You didn't know that any of that was going to happen. And Harry just lost Liam. He just needs some time to get over losing him. He doesn't hate you. He completely adores you. He's just upset about Liam, okay?" I reply. "I know... I just feel worthless. I just feel like nobody wants me here." "Noelle, don't say that. You're not worthless. You're intelligent, funny, and beautiful. Everybody loves you. We all want you here. I want you here. Siren and Liam wouldn't want you to give up. They would want you to stay strong and fight. They would want you to beat this world. Nobody blames you, Noelle. Nobody at all." She didn't say anything. All she did was hug me. "Noelle, can you promise me something?" She slowly nodded. "Can you please stop cutting? For me? We can stop together. I just don't want you to do it anymore. I know how it feels. And I just don't want anybody else to feel that way." She nods before replying. "Yes. I promise." "Good." "I'm going to leave now. I'll send Carl back in." She said, standing up and walking to the cell door. "Okay. Bye Noelle." "Bye." She said and left. I didn't expect that. I didn't expect for her to be doing what I've been doing for years. Cutting herself. I didn't ever expect for her to do that. But shit happens. Especially in a world like this