Snow covered the streets and the wind seemed to grow stronger every few seconds, making the trees hit the colored glass window.
Delilah Blue sat in a leather chair playing with the hems of her backpack. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she feared of dying.
Outside of the room was Delilah's mom. Her eyes were red and wet from crying and she gripped on to her purse fearing of losing her only child.
Back in the room sat Delilah's therapist. She looked at Delilah with pity in her eyes. She pitied Delilah for having to go through something so heart breaking.
After Delilah found out she had cancer, her doctor told her she should see a therapist fearing of her mental health, scared she might end her life.
Delilah wiped her face and looked up at her therapist finally. The two had sat in silence ever since Delilah had arrived. Delilah didn't want to answer any questions she just wanted to go home.
Delilah then plastered on a fake smile fighting back the tears that were about to come streaming down her face.