Obscured Tale of Delilah Sy

Nightmare

Chapter 3

Nightmare

I watched him fall asleep, his weak eyes were closed like it is dead. Like it is hard for it to open again.

I know he will die soon, but I can't accept the fact that Simon will be leaving me with in these days. I'm only 14 and the thought of him dying is hard for me to accept. I cannot let him go, not this time, not yet.

Who will take care of me? Who will love me as he does? No one will ever sacrifice his life for my own sake. Simon can never be replaced to anybody else in this world.

He smiled weakly at me.

"Oh, hi sweetie." He brushed my blonde hair with his weak fingers. I bowed my head, slowly I felt the tears in my legs, like waterfalls falling. I can't stop myself from crying, I can't breathe. It is hard for me to breathe in, I feel like the air is becoming toxic, slowly killing me inside my chest.

I hugged him but not that tight, because I can feel his bones, he is too fragile. He hugged me back but not that tight either, though his warmth embrace is still the same.

"You promised me you will never leave me, right?" I asked him, assuring myself that he is not lying.

"Of course, I promised. I will stay by your side Delilah."

He wiped my tears away.

"I won't forgive you if you ever break that promise!"

He smiled again but plain as a white paper.

"Are you scared?" He asked. 

"I am, I am scared, I am very scared. So please, stop being weak! Get out from this bed and do your works again! I promise that I will not be disturbing you from now on, I won't be stubborn. I-I won't be selfish, I promise." I buried my face into my palms. I am ashamed of the things that I have done before. Crying endlessly in front of him, now, I am full of regrets.

"If you'll be gone, who would take care of me?"

"Don't worry, everything is set, I already planned your future."

Yes I am selfish. I wan't him for myself. I want him to stay by my side no matter what happens.

"But I want you. Please I'm sorry, please Simon, please da-dad?." Yes! I said it. I said the word that for the first and I guess it's the last time. He touched my face and smiled, his eyes are already filled with tears.

"Stop being sorry, this is not your fault, you don't have to be so hard on yourself Delilah, no ones at fault in my situation and you were never selfish, I love you because you are my daughter and I will do everything just to make you happy, because that is what a real father would do."

"But you are not my real father."

"Not because we don't share the same blood, it does not mean we can not be a family." Then he kissed me in my forehead. I spent the night with him; right next to him. He is so warm and comfy. But fragile and sick.

After that night with him, he's totally gone.

His promises,

his alluring smile every morning,

his voice that sounds like bells in the church,

his touch and comfort

and everything about him,

is totally gone. Blown by the wind.

His death, his life.

I cannot undo.

But I can always regret.

He left me without saying goodbye.

After how many months had passed after his death. I struggled to live. I was only 14 yrs. old and I barely don't know what to do with my life. Should I just kill myself so that we will be together again? But I fear death, I fear death the most.

My mind's shifting to another scene where in I heard a noise outside. A gunshot, I suddenly opened my eyes and heard a soft knock in the main door. I went out of bed and walked passed the corner of the walls. My feet and hands were very cold, goosebumps invade me and my body.

I was scared if something bad might happen if I would open this door in front of me, the dogs in town won't stop barking and my hands were shaking. As I slowly touched the door knob. My heart raced that I felt something is really wrong. I just closed my eyes, afraid to see the person who is in front of me.

And when I opened the door, I saw an old lady, she had a bloodshot on her chest and her image was so strange but familiar. She was full of bloody mess around her body, and I was scared as hell. Her face is familiar, she stared at me for a seconds and I saw a man shoot her in her head and she fell into her knees. And the man saw me, he point his gun straight to my face then shoot me with no hesitations. BANG---

A sudden nightmare woke me up in the middle of the night. I felt my body numbed in my bed. I can hardly breathe. I had that nightmare again but I was puzzled of the old lady, who is she? She is a new figure of my dream. I touched my chest, it is beating fast as usual after every nightmare that I would encounter.

A tear fell from my cheek, I wiped it. I missed Simon, his face, I can't remember it, it is slowly fading in my head. I cried silently, sobbing, there is no use crying the whole time, he won't be back. I just missed him, I always had a dream about him and it hurts me so much.

Steven went near me, sniffing and licking the tears in my face. I hugged him, he is the only one I have now. Simon left him to me after his burial. He said that his soul transfers from this dog that I am hugging right now, it's funny to think about him being a dog. But this is way better, I just have to hold on to his promises. I just have to live my life as how we used to be before when we were still together. I have to be tough and be strong. For Steven, for Louie, for Mrs. Stanford and for myself, I have to.

Its morning, it is exactly 7:35 in the morning, I did my every routine in the house. Simon gave me his every little possessions. He loved me so much even if I am not his real daughter. I had been a stubborn little child when he was still alive but he did not care of my flaws and personality, he never gave up on me til the last day of his life.

I went downtown to visit Mrs. Stanford and Louie. I am so excited to share my cake to them, I bake it myself. I hope they will love it as how Steven loves it too. I passed the boutiques near the Stanford's coffee shop and just for a minute, I saw a crowd in front of the coffee shop.

The place is such a catastrophe. This is not what I am expecting to see.

Blood sheds outside the coffee shop, chairs were not in their proper positions anymore, everything is messed up and people were crowding inside and even outside. I dropped the cake that I was holding. My mind went blank, I was spaced out.

I dashed off inside and pushed the people covering the bloody scene. I saw Louie.

He cried out the name of his lovely grandmother, holding her body into his arms, hugging her tight, asking for someone's help, he was even shaking. He was scared.

At that moment I was just standing looking at my loveliest friend's body full of blood, she has a gunshot on her chest I don't know what to do, I panicked then I remembered something. I realized who was that old lady in my dream, she was Mrs. Stanford, bloody and scarce, she was dead. I knelt down and touched Mrs. Stanford. I did not notice my tears fell off. Every parts of my body aches as I touched her and silently catching my breath for I fear death the most.

After Mrs. Stanford's burial, everything change. My life has change, her death change everyone. I mourn every single day but I have to be strong, I need too, for Louie. I should be his strength. I know this kind of feeling because I have felt this way before and he is the reason why I still want to live. He was my strength when every pieces of me wants to fall apart.