it's not what you think-Delilah

[daisy rose everstar]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

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[delilah emerson o'hagan]

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YOU NEED ME MAN
I DON'T NEED YOU

It wasn't all that often that Delilah shower her face at school, she wasn't a fan of education, teacher or the so called morons she was forced to take classes with, high school was such a chore, she was a bright girl she knew enough to graduate without having to endure yawn inducing day after yawn inducing day. Besides that, practically every time she turned up to school she was sent home for some ridiculous reason or another: saying something rude to a teacher, starting fights with other students, general disruption and sometimes simply because of something her shirt said, normally some kind of profanity. So, needless to say, her feeling for school was reciprocated by the schools feeling for her. Of course there were still some teachers and the rare student who remembered the person she was before this menace of a girl appeared, the polite over achiever with her dreams of dance school already laid out in front of her. The teachers who still held onto that image of Delilah tried to reason with her on occasion, explain to her how much she was throwing away but the normal reaction they got was a snarky comment or she just laughed in their face. That girl was long gone, and didn't look like she was coming back any time soon.

Delilah had been through a lot in her life, from a young age being put down for everything and anything she did by her mother made her sure she would never be good enough for anything or anyone, the mental and verbal abuse pushed her to strive for acceptance she now understood she would never have. She had become used to her mothers disapproval though, numb to her derogative and disappointed comments. It was later in her life, mid way through high school that things really started to get under her skin to ruin everything she had spent years to built, hours upon hours of practice, pages of extra credit work. Her father leaving when he found his wife in bed with his best friend was the trigger but the accident she caused and the death of her 3 best friends was the end of the Delilah that had existed before and the beginning of the wreck of a person she was now. Everyone had blamed her, no one had cared what the real story was, not her friends families, people at school, not even her mother. All that anyone heard was that they were dead and Dee had been at the wheel. Like she wasn't already riddled with guilt?

That day was going well from outsiders point of view, Dee had made it all morning without being kicked out of a class or sent home but she was getting to the end of her tether with the whole ordeal ready to head to her current flings house to waste away the rest of the day chilling on his couch getting high before she had to face work. She was wandering the near empty halls on her way to leave when she came across the scene. The second she clocked the image of a student, and one she was quite fond of anyway, in the arms of a teacher she snuck out of view and watched as the two kissed. As Daisy made for the door, Dee moved away, waiting for her moment to pounce. "Oh Daisy, what a delight to see you too" she said in the most sickly sweet voice she could muster. "Can a girl not come up and say hey without wanting something?" she continued with the obvious fakery leaning on the locker next to the other girl. This was typical Delilah, she toyed with people before she plunger her knife in, and even then, when she hit Daisy with what she had to say, she didn't intent to know her down right then she would string her along, make her think there was something she could do to stop Delilah messing everything in her life up. Just for fun. But in the end, Delilah would ruin Daisy, her reputation, her relationship and everything in between it and laugh as she tried to pick up the pieces.

Words: 700ish | Status: finished | Muse: fairly good| Notes: Dee is such a terrible bitch, why do i love my nasties so much.

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