Re: Water Under the Bridge
Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 8:11 am
Delilah pulled back when she felt a hand touch her shoulder.
She didn't want anyone touching her, not after what had just happened.
Through tears she could see another girl, up the slope near one of the bridges. Had this other girl seen her kill Richard too? Unlike Clair or even Sam, Delilah wasn't sure she was familiar with her and that didn't give her any comfort. She had seen her kill someone in a game where the objective was to kill people. She'd never be trusted again. Not by any of them.
Worst of all, that girl was grasping onto a gun.
Her breathing picked up as she grabbed for the hilt next to her.
Sam was saying they should move out. She would. But not with him. She couldn't. She had just helped save his life and she would just be the death of him. Killing Richard would've all been a waste. Delilah was a killer now and if anyone like that girl with the gun saw Clair and Sam associated with her, they'd kill them too. She didn't need to bring them into any of it.
Her eyes stared, glued onto her two acquaintances. She couldn't doom these two. She liked them. And, what if, what if they consider her dangerous, too? After all, she had viciously stabbed a boy to death. That was certainly no accident. What if they decided it was better to get rid of her before she posed an even bigger danger down the line? People were playing this game after all. She couldn't afford to trust anyone.
She needed to get away. Especially with some girl holding a gun not too far away from them.
The sword went up, into the air, held in front of her and pointed forward, quivering in the air. She stuffed the cowbell into her pocket and grabbed the cover of her sword, backing away from them.
"No. S-stay away from me."
Delilah kept the sword up, backtracking until she felt she was far enough away. And then she ran.
She didn't even take her bag.
[[Delilah Rivers Continued To: From Where You're Kneeling.]]
She didn't want anyone touching her, not after what had just happened.
Through tears she could see another girl, up the slope near one of the bridges. Had this other girl seen her kill Richard too? Unlike Clair or even Sam, Delilah wasn't sure she was familiar with her and that didn't give her any comfort. She had seen her kill someone in a game where the objective was to kill people. She'd never be trusted again. Not by any of them.
Worst of all, that girl was grasping onto a gun.
Her breathing picked up as she grabbed for the hilt next to her.
Sam was saying they should move out. She would. But not with him. She couldn't. She had just helped save his life and she would just be the death of him. Killing Richard would've all been a waste. Delilah was a killer now and if anyone like that girl with the gun saw Clair and Sam associated with her, they'd kill them too. She didn't need to bring them into any of it.
Her eyes stared, glued onto her two acquaintances. She couldn't doom these two. She liked them. And, what if, what if they consider her dangerous, too? After all, she had viciously stabbed a boy to death. That was certainly no accident. What if they decided it was better to get rid of her before she posed an even bigger danger down the line? People were playing this game after all. She couldn't afford to trust anyone.
She needed to get away. Especially with some girl holding a gun not too far away from them.
The sword went up, into the air, held in front of her and pointed forward, quivering in the air. She stuffed the cowbell into her pocket and grabbed the cover of her sword, backing away from them.
"No. S-stay away from me."
Delilah kept the sword up, backtracking until she felt she was far enough away. And then she ran.
She didn't even take her bag.
[[Delilah Rivers Continued To: From Where You're Kneeling.]]