Craving

(Chapter 2)

Chapter 2

Don't fall. Don't fall. The mysterious voice echoed through my dreams. I found myself on the sky scraper again, about to jump off and felt the same hand pull me back, Don't fall. I turned around, wanting to see him, but stood face to face with Delilah. She smiled cruelly, her teeth rotten, like a skeleton's.

"I'm not scared of you anymore, Delilah," I whispered, keeping composure.

"Oh really?" she laughed. "Just like you 'weren't' scared of me last time I was in your dreams?"

"I don't think I can be scared of you anymore. You aren't going to control my life."

"And no matter what, don't fall. You could lose yourself," she quoted, her voice making the line terrify me. "The mysterious man will be dead before you even will have a chance to see him," she hissed. "Then who will be the scared one?"

"Stop!" I yelled. "You can't!"

"Oh really?" she leaned into my ear, "I will kill everyone you love, and I'm including him."

"I don't love anyone," I pressed.

"So you wouldn't mind if I kill Mom or Da-"

"What the hell! Stop this! What happened to-"

"What happened?! I'm happy. Happier than ever, thanks to you. Oh you'll be with me soon, trust me."

"I'll never be a murderer." Is this dream real or fake? What's happening?

"It'll all change once you have gone crazy."

"Bitch!" I screamed and lunged at her, falling onto the ground, teeth grinding away the pain.

I turned around to see her cackling, eyes black, black like death. I froze. "Bye sis," she hissed and suddenly she grabbed my legs and I was falling, down, down off the sky scraper. Suddenly I hit the bottom....

I woke up, sweat dripping down my forehead, my head spinning, the taste of blood lingering on my tongue. A luminescent glow had began to shine onto my walk in closet door. Saturday. Today was Saturday, a whole 2 days on pondering who he is, and plotting what to do to find out. I bit my lip, 10:30 a.m my clock read in its blue light. I sighed, what was I going to do? Write? Ugh, I don't think I want to, to distracted. I shouldn't even bother to talk to my parents because there is a 90 percent chance they still aren't sober yet.

So I did the most girly thing to do.

I pulled out my old journal, 3OH!3 addition. Haven't wrote in this for a year it looks like. So I grab a pen and write with my horrible penmanship:

October 2, 2010

Haven't written in here forever. Probably because I don't want to remember this horrid time in my life. I'm afraid that if I read this when I'm happy, it'll just bring me down. Long story short is that Mom and Dad haven't once been sober for at least 2 days at a time, and even then they are arguing. If they hate each other so much then they should just end their marriage now and get it over with so I don't have to deal with their crap. They don't even act like I exist, for they are never even home to see their own daughter.

A year ago I wrote talking about Delilah's death, and how I didn't think I was going to make it through, and I promised I wouldn't go completely insane, but I guess I lied to myself. The other day I tried to commit suicide. But the weird thing is that some guy stopped me, someone who really cared. Who goes to my school. Your probably wondering who, but the thing is I haven't even seen him. I don't even know his name. I just keep being reminded of him. He keeps saying "Don't fall", yeah just basically that. But I also got a note from him in detention saying that I shouldn't give up, and not to let myself fall.