My name is Delilah Marsh. I am 18 years old. I live in Dallas, Texas. I am a freshmen college student at Texas A&M University. This is what I tell myself all the time when I couldn't think. When can I not think? When I am stressed. When am I stressed? When life hits me right square in the nose out of nowhere. Life isn't that hard all the time it was definitely hard in my teen years in high school. How could high school be so hard, you ask? Well, only time will tell. As a result of my choices in high school, I am at the hospital. I remember so clearly what choices I made to get me here. It all started one summer before my freshmen year.
I was basically the queen of the freshmen. I was 14 years old, 5'5, blonde hair blue eyes girl with going with the captain of the freshmen football team, Mark Scott. I had a group of friends or a cliche if you want of 2 of my closest friends. We had been friends almost since birth. We were inseparable 3, just me Clara Elizabeth and Jordan Doe. Clara, a 5'7 African American girl who loves to play basketball and softball. Jordan was a weightlifter. Not for competition but just for fun. Me, you ask? Captain of the soccer team. It looked my high school year was set out for me. Great friends, the typical American life.
"Delilah! Want to go swimming?" Clara called up to me from outside on her bike. Waiting with her was Jordan and my boyfriend and a couple of his friends.
"Yeah! Give me about 5 minutes!" I yelled back. I jumped in my American flag style bikini, my red swim dress cover and my Gucci flip flops. 2 minutes at the most. I said by to my parents, went. to the garage grabbed my pink bike and was off with my friends. The town we lived in was small, but good. Good old Wylie, Texas We has a city didn't have a pool but we rode to another friends community pool. We arrived at the pool just about 10 minutes by bike.Being able to just hangout with friends was the best. I wanted to work on my tan so I decided to take a nap. When I woke up I was looking for Mark, nut no one had seen him for awhile. I looked but nothing one person who I know I haven't seen was Cindy Peterson. Mark's ex girlfriend. I freaked. We, Clara, Jordan and I, ran through the house looking for them but no sign. We went one of the bed rooms. I was not ready for anything that was in that room. This is what started my 4 year treachery.
