Delilah is dead.
Delilah is dead.
My head ached. My ears rung with Samanthas words. Delilah is dead. Over, and over, and over again I heard it.
I coughed. The sound sounded a million times louder than it should have been. Beside that, my throat ached like hell.
Tick, tock. Delilah is dead.
I wanted to smash something over my head to make me forget all the words. What was this? Why was I hearing all of it? Everything hurt so damn much. If this was life, I didnt want to live it.
I wanted to slip away and give in to sleep. I wanted to be one with the dark.
Forgive me. I am going.