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Delacroix’s horror: Part 1

Silence filled the air. No longer was the night peaceful, and no longer could she be alone.

“I thought I told you to leave.”

The girl simply smiled.

“Leave for what?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”

Why should you leave? It wasn’t right, nothing was. Nothing was right anymore.

“Well, answer me. Why do you want me to leave?” Was I not enough?

Just leave me alone. You aren’t real. Why are you here? “You should be dead. You aren’t real. Leave.”

The girl seemed amused at this. Girl. She was one. What is she now? She isn’t here now. She’s not real.

“I’m very real, Del. You know this. You know everything! You want me to stay, you want me here.” She’s a trick.

No, I don’t. This is the worst time possible to be here.

Delacroix let out muffled sobs against her hands, covering her face with her hands. Leave. She just wanted time alone. Time to herself. To think about what happened. To process her feelings and the grief of her sister. But no time was ever there for me. Life was never on our side.

“Please. I’m worried, you haven’t eaten since Monday, and you’re always in your room.”

Shut up.

The girl was next to her now, sitting on the damp grass and entangling a hand through the other. A small hand. She was always undersized for her age. Yet, her hand would feel nicely against Delacroix’s palm, and she would leave it there. It gave her warmth and comfort. Warmth from her natural body heat, comfort from her presence and reassurance that ‘yes, I have you’ and ‘yes, I’m never leaving your side.’ Don’t trust her.

“Isn’t that what we promised? We would never leave each other, right? Why are you afraid of me? Why won’t you answer?!” Her voice was high-pitched and whiny. Childish. I’m scared. Don’t go.

Delcroix blinked her eye, letting her lashes pick up any tears that boarded against it. Slowly, she went to turn her head towards her sister. Same as before.

Her eye was large and curious, her diamond pupil sparkling within the moonlight. Her hair, still in her signature double buns, along with her bangs curled inwards. Yet, instead of its usual fluffy texture, her hair looked crunchy and burnt. Some parts were darker than others, and a piece of her left bun was burned off completely. Her face. Her face. Sprinkled with blood. Blood, bruises, burns. There was a constant stream of blood rolling down the sides of her face, dripping onto her clothes and onto the grass beneath us. Light eyebags seemed to weigh at the edges of her eye as well. Visible from the moonlight and stream of tears that dried on her skin.

“I’m scared, Del. I’m worried about you.” Always have. Why don’t you listen?

“I know. I’m scared too.”

“Why don’t we do something about it? Let me help you, please.” Don’t listen. Stay alone.

What else can I do? Don’t listen.

Delacroix stared into the moonlight in silence, and Tiara soon after. Tiara. Such a pretty name. Don’tlisten

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour. Tiara was getting impatient, but this was normal. She never had much power to stray Delacroix from moon watching. Her fascination with the moon came naturally. A bit too naturally, if you asked her. “Well?” Delacroix stood still, a frown stitched to her face. Stayalone.

The stars twinkled their beauty, but they were moving. Slowly moving along the sky.

“Delacroix.” Her voice was stern. Her eyebrow furrowed against her eye. She was impatient. Far more than she wanted. But this was taking too long. DON’T LISTEN.

“I’m not going crazy, am I?”

Tiara laughed at Delacroix’s question. No venom was laced into it, but there was something off. Maybe it was the hoarseness working against her voice, and the fact that pain stretched across her face afterward.

“Of course you aren’t! You know how stable you are. How good you are at handling your emotions! What can ever make you crazy?”

“You’re dead, yet I’m talking to you. A-and that's only because you were always there for me when I was breaking down.” STAY ALONE.

“Well, I’m here now. It’s normal for people grieving to see ghosts. After all, you’re grieving! You miss me, I miss you.” DON’TLISTEN.

“I miss you too.”

“Then let me stay.”

It was a small whisper. Her voice clung to the hope she had left. Maybe I’m not crazy. Is this as normal as us breathing? Why haven’t I heard of it before? Delacroix thought about her sister’s offer. Weighing the pros and cons, the consequences that she’ll have to endure. Seconds turned into a minute, and a minute turned into another hour.

The sun was slowly rising along the horizon. Yellow gradually mixed in with dark blue, creating a red-orange color. It was beautiful how the stars were their own dots within the sky. All of them minding their business, and staying away from the light.

“Alright.” Stay safe.

— End of “Delacroix’s horror: Part 1” —

AN: Sooo, there's this. I know that this is one part right now, but I'm planning on making others. Do be warned, the parts will NOT be in order, they'll be made when I have a new idea to write about. If I make enough, I'll eventually make a master list from beginning to end. Hope everyone has a good day/night!