This was brought to you by a rushed 2am to 3am writing and immense sleepiness. Sorry if there's any mistakes in it honestly, but I just want to sleep right now. Also really sorry if it's not good and for not being late.
Y'all know the drill: read, vote, comment, spam with comments.
Notice of the week: your demons are liars. I hope you know that.
All love, ruth x
P.s. the song is 'will he' by joji. that's what I listen to when I'm half asleep this week. Also, this is dedicated to wonder1and cause she's an angel.
word count: 794 words. (Sorry for it being short as fuck)
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A WAR IS being waged and there are no winners.
There is only the glass which narrowly misses her face and shatters a foot behind her. The presence of shaking hands which have to be held together; white knuckles appearing from pressure. Her parents scream in their mother tongue as they cause tremors and tear the family apart to points of no return.
There are never ending tears and curses she deems impossible to pass any sane human's lips. She sees monsters tearing each other apart primitively from the grief they have been stricken with. The cursed figures do not acknowledge her crumbling existence and she has to remind herself to breathe.
Dalileh forces herself to move from the scene and to abandon the monsters that she created. But she knows the damage is irreversible and terror must run its course before they can heal. So, she walks upstairs quietly; attempting to avoid them and mentally notes to call Sally when she notices a shattered vase on the floor.
Its contents are spread with water spilling from it and the girl grabs a towel from the cupboard to dry it up in the meanwhile. Dumping the towel in a laundry basket she feebly steps into her room shutting the door noiselessly; their voices have become muffled behind the wood but she can hear mutated cries.
She can hear the sound of hushed comforting words which follow. She knows that they are broken shards of glass trying to piece themselves together but there will always be a missing piece. And they don't know how to climb past it in a void without the truth; a truth they aren't willing to seek due to the twisted nature that it can have. Dalileh moves away from her door with a heaviness weighing down upon her soul as guilt builds a forcefield that traps her in a disintegrated mind.
An unstretchable amount of time passes as she slackly lays down on her timbered floor; transitioning between holding her body close together and spreading her limbs apart while breaking relentlessly.
The fragmented pieces of her are disrupted by a knock on the door. Dalileh manages to rasp out a, "Come in." A blotchy yet apologetic face appears as the door opens slightly and her face falls as she notices where Dalileh is. Dalileh notices and sits up despite the ache which has now settled in her bones.
Looking at her mom she notices her dad behind her at the door causing her to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. She thinks, why are they both here?, although she isn't particularly bothered by it. But it's rarity since the accident has caused an insurmountable amount of curiosity for when it occurs.
They both step into the room properly and gesture silently towards her bed, as if asking for permission to sit; Dalileh only nods before she stands and settles herself on the chair that is settled at her desk.
"What did you need?", she says in attempts to dismiss the air of fragility and create some solidity between them. She notices the hesitance that wavers as they begin to respond,
"We're sorry for not being there for you during these past few days. We know that the boy coming back-", her mother winces at the need to mention Egon, yet, with a deep breath she continues, "has probably made things harder for you."
She waits a few seconds before thoughtfully addressing their words, "It's okay Mama and Papa. I've been trying to make... peace with what happened. It's something that takes time." Her parents have a damaged soft glow to their faces as they look at her and smile. They gesture for her to come forwards and she hesitantly does. When she sits in between them they engulf her in a warm embrace in the room where the sun glows brightly despite what is expected from October weather in East Hills. A light seeps into the room and the moment reminds Dalileh that a shattered piece of glass is still just that: glass. And as a result, the light of life still incandescently flows through it mellifluously.
Dalileh's mother lightly whispers while chuckling, "So who's going to clean the house?"
And they all break into harmonious laughter as Dalileh looks up innocently and asks, "Can we go out and get food first?"
Her parents nod and they all eventually stand to prepare to leave. Dalileh looks at her room and sees her family's broken spirit still etched into the walls of the house. Then, she whispers, "Nothing will ever be the same without you but I don't think we need it to be the same. I'm sorry, I really am Omar."
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