Delilah's P.O.V
The rain soaks in with my tears as I walk home.
I can't believe him. I wish the pills would've taken me away. I wish they wouldn't made me forget. I wish they would've taken me into the light.
Why am I still alive? Maybe that's what Luke wanted me to be, gone. So what's stopping me from doing it again? Maybe this time the pills will take me away. What is stopping me!? Or maybe the cuts of the razor will. Why I am here!? Why was I even born!?
I stumble into the perfect white house. My brain is foggy; the memories won't piece together. What happened after I downed the pills?
I climb up the long winding stairs up to my room. I lay there on my unmade bed staring at the ceiling.
There was one pill. Sitting there on my nightstand just waiting to be taken. I wanted to. I knew that one pill would show me the light. I knew it would be over. All the pain, the memories, the tears. It would all be gone.
But something was keeping me here. Someone was keeping me on this earth.
So instead of taking the easy way to heaven, I decided to take the hard way. The hard way in living hell.
It was all for him. It was for him.