Delilah May
June 26, 2014

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The closed door that made us feel safe and secure swung open with force that made me jump. My mind raced as I realized I forgot to lock the door, and we were foolish enough not to turn off the lights, but it was too late now. My eyes were shut closed, as I prayed this was all a dream. “I found you!” A familiar voice taunted before screams followed.

The screams indicated to me the person here wasn’t an officer or Harry. I knew who it was, but I kept my eyes closed as I silently hoped all of this would be over, or he wouldn’t notice me.

I perceived a sound of a chair being kicked across the room followed by a cry from one of the girls who was just a table down from me. “Shut up!” He yelled, being very impatient with us.

I finally worked up the nerve to open my eyes, taking everything in reality as I saw his feet walk toward the girl who thanked me. His moves seemed motionless and slow, but frantic at the same time. His black laced up dress shoes squeaked against the tile floor as I noticed his heels were facing me, letting me indicate his back was turned towards me also.

I began to crawl backwards on my hands and knees, trying not to make a sound. The girl glanced at me with worry and shock in her eyes that almost screamed ‘You can’t just leave us!’ Her lips trembled before Mr. Patterson crouched down, blocking my view of her tears rolling down her face. “Hello, there.” He said with a twisted snicker.

The boy who told the girl to shut up was following my movements, but he didn’t noticed the chair that was placed behind him. By this time I was already out from under the table about to stand up and rush for the door so if anyone made a noise to catch his attention, Mr. Patterson would notice me almost instantaneously.

I silently begged the boy backing up to stop as I shook my head slowly at him, as if warning him. But he didn’t listen…

Screeeech, the chair let out as it moved along the cold, tile floor. It was the slightest sound, but it was enough to catch Patterson’s attention…



Harry Styles
June 26, 2014

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It felt likes hours went by as Delilah’s mom, Sophia, and I waited for Megan or Delilah to be brought out of the building unharmed or maybe even a little bruised up. A man helped us walk around as he carried his megaphone saying “Delilah May.” But to no avail.

I heard the sound of other names being either screamed out or pronounced through a megaphone. I saw kids running away or towards the building, some running into their friends, boyfriend, or parents arms as I silently wished for that to happen to me today. I wanted to feel Delilah run into my arms and I wanted to feel her lips meet mine as I feel relief fall over me like a blanket.

All I wanted was Delilah to be safe, “They will be okay,” Sophia assured me as if she could read my thoughts.

The wind blew against my cheek and through my hair before Sophia rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped the blanket the ambulance handed out tightly around me as Delilah’s mom paced around the school, in search for her daughter. Only god knows how much she is going through right now.

Delilah’s mom stop in her tracks and turned to us slowly as if she got an idea or just realized something, “You guys are free to go if you want,” She uttered in almost a whisper before she ran her hands through her hair and bite down nervously on her lip, maybe that’s where Delilah got that habit from.

“I’ll stay,” Sophia spoke up as I said nothing, because I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come out of my death as if I went mute, I just nodded in reply as I gave her a fake smile or sympathy. Delilah’s mom begun to nod her head as she looked away from us, crossing her arms.

The cracking of a mega phone popped up as everyone’s attention was now placed on an officer who begun to speak with a soft voice, as if he was trying to sooth us with his words, “Can people who have already found their children or parents please head to the football field while families who have not found their children stay here and stay put, we will find them.”

The words ‘we will find them’ stab me in the heart for a little reason. Why didn’t he say ‘they are safe’ or ‘they will be okay’? Was there something that they knew that we didn’t? These thoughts ran through my mind as Sophia helped me up before we begun to watch people separate into two group. “They are probably dead,” I heard a boy utter as he walked by us as he spoke to his other friends.

I felt my anxiety hit a peak as I begun to think of where Delilah was, why did I leave her? Why didn’t I take her with me or fight the police officer and go get her myself.

I felt tears run down my cheeks as I felt a lump get stuck in my throat, “Harry,” Sophia started to say before she placed her hand on my shoulder, “Are you okay?” Her touch reminded me of Delilah’s soft touch, but it wasn’t her.

I shrugged her touch off before I ran my hand through my hair in an anxious way, “I’m,” I began to say, not daring to make eye contact, “I’m... I just need some space.”

She nodded as she walked towards Delilah’s mom side, leaving me with the space I needed.



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We waited for what seemed like hours, people meeting their friends or families that were in the building, hiding, before they headed to the football field.

My thoughts raced to maybe she is dead to maybe she is at the hospital already. Tears ran down my face without hesitation as I looked around. As memories swarmed my head…
*
I walked into class on the first day of school at Miller May High. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach and I felt sick, all over first day jitters. The teacher introduced me as my eyes scanned the room, before my eyes landed on a girl who looked me up and down.

I looked down at her before my eyes landed on her shoes 'I have the same on” I told myself.

“Delilah, May Harry take the seat next to you?” the teacher asked with a humble voice, but Delilah’s attention was on me as she gazed at my dark blue shirt which quickly lead to eye contact.

"Again, Ms. May...."

I gave her a weird stare before she quickly broke eye contact

"Uhm.. yes?.." she asked, blushing.

"I was wondering if you mind if harry takes the seat next to yours.." she asked again, sounding a bit more patient this time.

"No, I don’t mind.." she softly told her.

"Great... Harry, you can take your seat now ..."
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These memories seemed to keep me sane as people passed me with compassionate looks and as more and more people found loved ones.

Time and time went by with no responses on Delilah or Megan, until one moment I glanced up and saw Delilah’s mom drop to her knees, but I lost all hope when she began to weep.

Notes

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